Questions In Shadow Poem by SPC Kellaway

Too many broken promises
Too many doors block the truth
My life is a worn out recipe
of something that never was cooked
Feelings that often gave chase
on the beautiful face of a child
are now deeply buried and hidden
neath the dust and the cobwebs of age
Of what I was once is now missing
lost in a multitude of lies
with mislaid sanity gazing
into empty eyes of dread
Insecurity feels like a shadow
following every small step
Am I really the face that confronts me
in any reflection I catch
Who is it behind that dense smokescreen
the one I prepare and display
Can I ever be what dreams envisage,
or be damned as another lost soul.
Life is a collection of questions
so many to doubt or to fear
Hope is my only salvation
Peace my only true friend
When will I reach my utopia?
Sooner then later,
or never?