Reflections
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)
How many faces in
mirror are perceived?
One for yourself
hidden to grieve.
Another for family to
hold your head high.
One for your friends
so they never ask why.
So many masks you
must juggle each day.
Exhaustion and pain
leads each so astray.
Through bloodshot eyes
you carry your load.
People and promises
and plans to uphold.
So few that can see
the struggles are real.
Like living in limbo
a life that's surreal.
Daylight fading into
darkness now looms.
Beneath all that sadness
the madness consumes.
Like reaching for glory
but missing one rung.
Falling from heights
your no longer young.
Scratching and clawing
your way to survive.
Searching for answers
or a pill that revives.