A Cape

looking in the mirror, i cant see myself.
i search in those eyes for familiarity,
but all i get is a feeling of loneliness.

i wonder if i will ever find one to call 'self',
wonder if one day will feel my humanity.
but for now i am left with less and less.

days are cold as in the search i delve.
i hope to one day lose all my fragility,
for i am nomore a man, i'm just a mess.

as the clock of my life hits the twelve,
all i think about is my silly mortality.
fear is what keeps me from greatness.

i dream of being one, of finding myself,
but by dreaming, i lose my grip on reality.
life itself is an ocean and i must be my ness.

by vic_tenn
posted on 06/15/2007