His reflection so faint in the depth of my eyes
Have you lost weight?
Or are my eyes this far gone?
All I see is a Shadow
Like a thing discovering life
So frail and afraid
Hiding within itself, in that shell
A shy curious smile & a puzzled gaze
But something sane remains
Giving its place away
The rhythm of its solid heart growing tight
Sounds like a tortured soul about to break
Squalls of Anticipation reduced to showers of rain
Like a broken man broken again
I believe I had a stand-off with ugliness itself
I was puzzled & amazed
In the filth & insanity I found a face
Like a scene from a movie I’m staring at myself

Waking up to the squeaks of my teeth
It’s warm but I am cold inside
It’s the dreams preying on my peace of mind
So much commotion, confusion & effect
‘Am I an excuse or of use?’ A puzzle
As complex as abused kids getting off on inflicting pain
Who to blame?
Are they being dumb or is it Consequence?
BURRY THE PAST
Arrest me !!!
for the murder of whoever says that next
future & past are tied to the hip
Past without future is like good without bad
So I leak my wounds & suffer regrets
Hide the scars & look presentable

‘Am I an excuse or of use?’ A puzzle

it's possible to be both... and still be alone..

Oh Bo, I see you have done it again...captured the cycle of abuse in all its stark reality...A great write!