Gazing at the reflection of my existence
Feeling bereft
Is my life finished?
Asking myself, "What's left?"
Seeing my faint likeness
Into my soul is a cleft
Strength is gone
Asking myself, "What's left?"
Studying my dark eyes
My troubles are too heavy to heft
No stamina in my appearance
Asking myself, "What's left?"
A direct stare into the mirror
Desiring for death to come deft
An incomplete image
Asking myself, "What's left?"
