It is lamentable

It is lamentable

The echo of defeat

The lack of completion

The uneven repetition

I am mirrored

The backsilver flaking

Creating jagged wounds

I am unhinged

A broken, tarnished image

A rippled countenance

Irredeemable

A troubled sea

Of uncertain depth

Unreachable sorrows

Drowning in the memory

Of all things past

Slipping through

My own fingers

The rupture of promise

When everything began

With a sharp slap

To a wrinkled rump

My arse has never

Been kicked as hard

Perhaps it should have been

Weighed down,

Anchored by the chord

I am bound to carry

The burden of life

My accomplishment,

For what it is worth,

More resilience than fortitude

Overwhelmed

By my appearance

As an apparition

Haunting the foreground

Of a reflection

A caricature,

Of foolish self-regard.