When I look into the mirror, I stare deep into the eyes
A long drawn patience covered in a broken down time.
He looks familiar in a sort of relative way
But each breath he takes pulls him further away.
All the time that has passed has not really been a friend
Bringing him to the pain he fights deep within.
But a voice in a word will be his saving grace
For she is the sky the sun cannot replace.
5-17-14
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