A Haunted Man

I look into the mirror,

 

and what do I see?

 

A haunted man,

 

and that is me.

 

The dark circled eyes,

 

the gaunt and ghostly face,

 

a haunted man,

 

who cannot wait until he

 

dies.

 

A reflection of all the hurt

 

and pain,

 

a haunted man,

 

who has crumbled under stress

 

and strain.

 

I look into the mirror,

 

and what do I see?

 

A haunted man,

 

and that is me.

Author's Note

Written during a bout of depression.