Reflection in my mirror.

I saw you early today,
earlier than you usually show yourself.
Your smile was almost gone,
just a little draw at the corner of your mouth.
I saw the clothes hanging on you like on a scornful bird’s scarecrow.
Your eyes have fallen in and lack the glow that made so many to smile.
Your face has become gray and your hair thinner.
I can see the gloss has gone off your hair,
now more than ever.
I saw you walking down the street without any destination.
Just your empty glare on the windows of promises.
Your walk has gone slow and I see your lips stuck with a fag.
I see you coughing and breaking into a stifled cry,
dropping the fag to the pavement
I see you crawl up the stairs to your home and creep under a blanket.
Your day is filled with silence and loneliness that slowly evaporate your existence.
The light from the pale shining bulb reflect the last hope throughout your life.
Your life has been so full of loss and now the last of them is coming for you.
I can not forget nor can I remember what tomorrow bring about missing you.
Your life was long lost,
and your heart burst for the last time looking into my eyes.
I can only dream of helping you,
but the forces I’m up against eat everything.
The last journey of your life end where all travels ends,
it is in the dark eternal silence.
I know each one of your dreams and hopes,
and I know about your last wishes.
Your long and sore journey ends in pain and humility.
Nothing will show your beautiful mind or the words you spoke with your pen.
I turn to you and look into your eyes,
only pain and a barely seen draw in the corner of your eye.
The last contact with a human for you,
not nearly recognized or noticed.
Maybe the last picture of you are encapsulated in a mirror.
Wonder if it is not the same, when I see the reflection in my mirror?

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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

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