As I look in the mirror, what is it I see?
A foggy vision of what used to be me.
Where are the words, where have they gone?
The strength inside from where they were drawn.
So much has been pulled with experience of life.
Must it always come from the feeling of strife?
Was it the loss of my Mother, the reason who I am?
Then the anger of unfairness, the God I would condemn.
Is it in London where life seemed secured?
Ending with pain and embarrassment endured.
Was it the loss of a job and the lives that I changed?
Harmony of friendship and the love that was exchanged?
Where is the man that used to sit here,
and writing his words that seemed so sincere?
Hopefully I can find my way back to light,
and remove myself from the darkness of night.
I pray that the healing I look for is actually near,
so I can finally remove "The Fog In The Mirror".
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