Day Forty-eight – Lost

The anger ate away at a heart

and rusted a mind

an irritation like no other

a diseased all consuming world

that was born from hurt

the mirror unrecognisable

as scars clouded judgement

day and night blended together

life passed by without living

a walking graveyard of dreams

ripped from a hidden facade

hopes vanished in the night

a world perished without knowing why

and what was left

was a heart burning of pain

until all was lost but

anguish over a life gone

and the bitterness that stings

is that most of all

it was anger at the person in the mirror

who handed over trust so readily

so loyally

with rational judgement screaming against it

there is no greater lament

than anger at oneself.

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