Suicide of my Dreams

Why do I see my back when I look into the mirror?

Am I afraid to face myself?

Will I see the deception in my own eyes?

I am trapped behind the looking glass of fear,

Only daring to peer out through that small window onto my own life.

Haunted by the whispers of broken promises made to oneself long ago.

Gone forever, one chance, lost, wasted ,thrown away.

Like a beautiful sunset ignored, afraid to see,

But only existing for a fleeting moment in forever.

The suicide of my Dreams, dead my my own disregard.

...but maybe it's not too late,

With the dawn of each new sunrise brings a chance to see that glorious sunset.

If only I can find the courage to raise my eyes to the sky.