last night <br />when i arrive home from work <br />i undress myself before a mirror <br />seeing a worn-out body <br />furrowed by <br />too much stress <br /> <br />who furrowed all these lines <br />who wrinkled all these previous tight skin <br />the smoothness gone <br />who whitened this hair <br />and created the ruffles in my fingers <br />undulating waves <br />in my thoughts <br />endlessly rocking my mind <br />to such exhaustion? <br /> <br />the mirror is cruelly silent and if it has only a mouth <br />and a tongue <br />it could have uttered and lashed me with <br /> <br />'You! ' <br /> <br />slowly i swallowed the word <br />I <br /> <br />Time should have been a good companion <br />loyal to my endeavors <br />but i rushed it like a slave <br />and so it has <br />taken its own revenge <br /> <br />these furrows <br />funnels of my Frankensteins...<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-i-have-destroyed-myself/
