Lost Shadows

Somewhere between the shadows of dusk and dawn

I take off the mask,

Wash the paint off my face,

And look into a cracked mirror,

To find someone I lose everyday.

The sheen is lost,

Still somewhere deep inside

I see a shadow,

Looking out through the cracks on the mirror,

Into the shallow depths of grey eyes…

Time passes in slow haste,

In eerie silence,

In a cramped apartment,

Until light seeps in,

Through a dusty window,

And a new shadow starts to grow,

I look back into the mirror

And there I see myself again

An artist, with a paintbrush in hand…