Through Smoky Glass

In the depths of my mind
I sit behind 
a desk of smoky glass.
And in it, I see
a reflection of me,
drifting through my withered past.
The smile is gone
and the lines are clear
they point to my troubled soul.
The eyes are grey 
with a ghostly haze,
no trace of the blue they hold.
The hair that is there
is not the same 
as my once dark and thickly mane.
It's lighter and thinner
with streaks of winters
gone so long ago.
I sit and I stare
at the face, that is there
and I wonder is anything left.
I'm tired and I'm scared
because I never cared
about where the road would end.
So I traveled through
with nothing to lose
searching for salvation around the bend.
Now I face the world at a pace
that is much too fast for me.
I really want to slow it all down
so I can change the face I see.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is an excellent depiction of self-examination, original first of all becuz you use the reflective smoky desktop instead of the cliché mirror motif . . . so symbolic of how we might see ourselves thru the haze or with objects lying there obstructing the view. Each careful description is well-crafted to show us the vision in the glass, as well as the feelings behind this gaze. Nice tones of melancholy thru-out.

[James]

Thanks so much, I wasn't sure about this one, and I'm not sure where it came from. I try real hard to stay away from cliches

[Shabeeh Haider]

We see ourselves through the haze of time with regret. The world keeps moving at its own pace. We had the bridle in our hands but with time we lag behind and cannot keep pace with the world.
I can understand how you feel but this is just a passing phase.
Tomorrow is another day and we will live up to the challenge.
A very thought provoking poem. Beautifully rendered.

[...]

Oh I've been here enough that I think I can safely say...there is PLENTY left, and I don't see nothing wrong with your face :)
And your words...deep enough for swimming

[James]

Thank you so much, Lynn. I guess it was one of those nights where I was feeling sorry for myself.