The Man In The Glass

The Man In The Glass

 

 

I wonder if I’ll ever like the man in the glass.

Will I ever know him like others believe they do?

Who is he, this man with such sad eyes?

Will he ever find the peace he searches for?

 

I’ve watched him grow, yet never knew him well.

He wears so many faces, yet hides his soul from all.

I have witnessed the tears he has tried so hard to hide.

He hates me, for how well I know the pain he suffers.

 

To those outside the glass, he appears free from his past.

Ah but what a grand illusionist he has become.

Will he ever be able to move forward again

Or will his sorrow forever bury his spirit?

 

He cringes at opening his heart again,

Afraid none other will ever know,

the man in the glass

like she did.

 

Brian K. Walters