Who is that ghoul staring back?
Seems as though they have nothing left.
Gaunt with eyes sunken and hollow.
Did they maybe try too hard to follow?
With a head full of dreams and belly of regret.
Events in motion were not what they needed.
Spectre of a person dismayed.
Addicted to clinging on desperate.
Removed from avenues craved.
Skeletal figure looms from shadow.
Lumbering hulk that is completely hollow.
Strung out from mistakes made.
Physical deformity is this price paid.
Glazed peepers locked on a distant shore.
One that has never existed in reality at all.
Then I realise with terror…
I am the thing in this mirror.
Barely recognise my visage.
Yet knew it was familiar.
Pictures of then versus now.
Nothing the same and it’s a vital reminder.
Time waits for no future.
Take heed of these warning words.
Don’t chase for what is long departed.
Events happen for a certain reason.
You may learn why,
Or maybe you won’t.
But longing for what did not occur will only make you choke.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 