The man in the mirror - a poem from my heart

Silently I stand before the mirror

watching the man that stand before me

I see his sad eyes and troubled face

and I see the darkness clawing inside

trying to break through

I see the struggle and the tear

that flow down his cheek as it succeed

I see the fear and sorrow as it sweep over his face

I see his lips form the words

softly whispered to me

please help me,I loose my footing

I can no longer make sense of this world around me

my soul ache from the evil I watch each day

Is there no hope?

Frozen I watch as despair

wrikle his face and slowly

the light fade in his eyes

I see his hands clasp

and his pale lips close

I have no words to ease his pain

no gesture that can end his suffering

so he begin to fall as I watch...

Then from outside the dark room

I hear a sound, a soft laughter

and a soft light

is lit inside his eyes

The pain fades slowly

the darkness slowly vanishes

and I see the man in the mirror

wipe his tear and smile

as the soft knocking on the door

wipe away the sorrow inside

A single word shatter the mirror

a true miracle in this dark world

my saviour in the dark hours

the sweetest word in the world

...Dad...