Man in the mirror

I am Lost,
Wandering in the wilderness of my emptiness
With dry throat I lay beside the stream of pain
While the sun of disappointment bake me to depression

A shadow
Faceless with no emotion
Eyes with no joy

I ain't a weakling
So I stand in front of the mirror
Staring at this unfamiliar figure
Taking of my emotions
Dropping them behind
I wear a make-up
And this smile with a dead heart

Ain't I THE JOKER?
It better the joker than the weakling,
A thing of sympathy

©Ilma