Mr. Rosenberg On 22nd Street
By: Tyler Ross
As I stare into this mirror, I see time very clear. Where did it all disappear? These wrinkles now have settled here. My eyes pierce right back to me. The reflection of a good man I see. Years have gone and most of my friends have left me. And lingering is the feeling of time lessening. I rub my fingers through my hair and remember the sensation of her standing there. Embracing me with her lips to my neck. Life was perfect, but now I find it hard to accept. I haven’t the power to clinch my fists, nor the energy to question why I exist. Hard work paid, but spent too much time away. Lost focus among passion, I couldn’t resist. It now kills everyday. Just as the water struck my face, eyes red hiding the tears of love I tried to erase. Hunched over, my knees now caved. Weakening, never wanted to be saved. My heartbeat, my heartbeat isn’t so strong for a world I never wanted to belong. So I stare in the air. No life flashes. No help coming here. All alone, die alone. Blackout. Lifeless, lying there.
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