The reflection in the mirror isn’t me
But it’s all my tired eyes can see
I could sit here and be anything
Left wondering what it would mean

This journey is dark and quiet
My thoughts just sit and riot
Is this it? All that’s on my road?
A broken man to carry the load?

This freight train went off the tracks
The only way to dodge the attacks
Complacency paves the road to hell
With nothing to bring for show-and-tell

May the dust settle and fill my eyes
I should have asked all the whys
All this, with nothing even to show
Gone nowhere, as far as I could go.

Poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 06-24-20

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