Reflections

Out of the water and into the fog,

A once drowning man now eyes clog.

Hands out in front to avoid what's ahead,

Sheltering himself from the pain before shed.

Coming upon a mirror in the clear

Still blurred from the cloudy air.

Sleeve of his shirt, water vapor smear,

Looking upon a glass now bare.

But a reflection shown that was not expected,

A man stands trapped in the crystal protected.

Forgotten in shame of the past that does haunt,

A soul lost from the person his memories did daunt.

Hand on the glass, the past trying to escape

This prison created by the loss of reality.

The man holds up a hand to this oval shape

To bring back the once forsaken morality. 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A good one. Thank you for shading...:).........................