It’s not you…

I look in the mirror

each time I feel this darkness

descend, I know it’s not you

but the mirror

sneers and lies to me,

my reflection

haunted, incapable of compassion,

scorns and sniggers

whilst all the time never letting me go,

the mirror it seems

is the victor

in this battle, it knows

how to bring me down,

cashing in on the fact

that I must stare into the abyss

again and again, to lose sight of the dead and the forgotten