The future is looming over me
watching every step i take
waiting for my life to fade.
I never do fade.
I live in the present
living for my parents
living for my friends and
never for myself.
Healing from the past
still wearing a gas mask.
Stuck in images of my own wars
how many lives I’ve changed
for better
for worse.
He is the worst,
the ghost of the man in the mirror.
His pale skin hushed in the moonlight
eyes red as the fire in his stomach.
I'm left hoping for a future
where this ghost could be alive.