Black Reflection

It's dark again minutes of happiness laying a top a life of pain that I place upon myself.

What is happiness? the blind mind sees every emotion yet we are ever so gifted to bare the joys, of sorrow, of misery, of fear, of hate.

Though I touch  I do not feel, numb to the fallen memories of man a boy a projection maybe a reflection of then and now I AM GONE.

Hidden is i, not to run but to face the truth. I am but a mere glimpse of a vision not seen not heard, I just am.

Looking into a mirror to see the unseen I face it  alas nothing a wide range of empty this is it I've reached the end silence smile forgotten doesn't matter...