Blue eyes the color of a cloudless sky
With a hint of promise or pure emptiness
And it all determines which wind blows, and why
 
A life spotted with regrets and sadness
Too many yesterdays and endless coming days
Yet not in any way in which would bring gladness
 
A sack of skin encasing a soul
Burnt out turned about to a darker route
And no longer able to become whole
 
Skin that has a deathly tint
Yet deep within blood through the skin
Of giving up gives not a hint
 
The eyes hooded and gray
Empty inside and dead besides
Watch shadows dance and writhe and play
 
Oh hands that reached and stretched
To explore and reach for something more
Now curled withered and wretched

And feet that tapped and always moved
Glued to the floor, they dance no more
A beautiful horse de-hooved
 
A body once lithe and lean
Mushy and large a garbage barge
Turning a moldy green
 
Hair once curling and bright
Limp curls and oily swirls replace
A tangled gnarled forsaken sight
 
And yet through the eyes of others
A lady young with silver tongue
Always kind to her brothers
 
Someone who cares yet carries much
Inside a heart missing a part
Some long forgotten touch
 
Someone with life and vigor still
Although unkempt no contempt found
And fiery eyes betray strong will
 
The mirror though is cracked and rusted
Image bends, portends a different scene
Is it the peoples' minds or mine that’s busted?
 
Self portrait of a sad and sorrowed soul
So many things hopelessness brings
The infinite half-empty bowl