Blink Of An Eye
I look to the mirror and to my dismay
I no longer recognize the person staring back at me
Who is this person I have become?
What misfortunes have I bestowed upon others
To be held in contempt by the looking glass before me?
Have I not done all that is within my power
To rectify misdeeds brought forth by my own doing?
My mind runs laps in an endless circle
With questions granting no answers to exempt me
In the waking hour the questions devour my spirit
My dreams offer no solace
Only hours of toil and deprivation
At the thought of my present induction
Of self seclusion amongst the world around me
I want no retribution and seek no pity
likewise, I request nothing more
Than a lucid understanding of how and why
I went from pinnacle to base
In only a simple blink of an eye