At times I think I am Dorian Gray. <br />Moreover, I know my inner self all too well. <br />However, I have no portrait to hide away, <br />And the truth of my life my face will tell. <br /> <br />In the mirror my darksome visage shows. <br />Like Narcissus I longingly gaze at my reflection. <br />I seek a Faustian bargain, hoping no one knows, <br />Perpetual youth for my soul, my great satisfaction. <br /> <br />Like a graying vampire that dyes his hair, <br />I have lived all of life, and it has become stale. <br />Even so, I do not want to die but lustfully care, <br />Hoping to seize vitality by enacting this tale. <br /> <br />I want what I cannot hope to remotely obtain. <br />Beauty and aesthetics matter more than ever. <br />A Helen of Troy I should like to gain, <br />But unlike Paris, I shall not rue the day I find her.<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-times-i-think-i-am-dorian-gray/
