I can see you there looking at me in the mirror, are you me?
a friend? a person who outta be gone out of this life and
moved on to the next? Because i cannot take this stress
anymore, the light has brought upon me, i don’t know who you
are, who i am, nor what i do anymore.

I see you there on the front porch of sadness, uninterrupted
in the life i once had the flaming eyes of hopeless shame
saw my life, looking down, looking hard, seeing the things i
had done in the past, but they did not see the evil within
me, but the shadow of what used to be a great man, so deeply
proud to see a face of one of the greatest people of
existence.

I saw myself in the mirror of the shameless past, “What am i?”
i yelled at the mirror smashing it into the wall. “The
overlords are not happy for what you have done.” The
messenger told me as he looked so sad, deafening against the
wall i saw a picture of myself as a kid in the mirror. “what
have i become?” i yelled in my head. wondering what i had
done to myself to receive this kind of treatment.

Life is nothing but what you make of it, if you think its
something more you think of to much time going on your hands
nothing is to be done with life except the mental capacity
of which you will learn the fires of the ice, the cracks in
the sand all crying out to make you better than what you
are. We do not know who we are but we do know what we do yet
do not know why we do such things in our lives we make
mistakes that one cannot hope but to regret, you have as well as I.

I see myself sitting atop the light post, stopping and
thinking about the words i said making me beat myself
against the sand, the ground, the cement of wisdom called to
me making you fall into a deep state of awareness, you
wished you were one of us but now your not, youl never be
one of us. Even if you had hoped it the fires would have
burnt it out of you and the flames would have bursted you
into a falling crypt of hate…. the crypt of the forgotten
pharroh arrises to be the lost city, you seem hopeless, lost
but never can defend from what you hoped to have defended against in the past.

This poem was written/submitted by Austin.