A distant gaze finds me in contempt.
Nothing left but treachery.

Hope, but a fleeting memory.
Judged and struggling
for this last breath.

Vigilant scowl
pierces twilight clear.
Split the silent night.

The reaper harvests
this lamenting spirit.
I am but a man condemned.

Conscience executes
this mired soul
guilty of contempt.

Found in this distant gaze.
Imprisoned, always,
within the confines of a mirror.

Copyright, Kevin V. Reese, 2004

Wow! What an AMAZING poem! We have all felt lost in some way, Like you where reffering to.. that was a Awesome poem and I dont think that anyone else could of made it so original!

Great work!

Love Dahling

Nikki

Thank you Nikki. I appreciate the kind words. I have a bunch of stuff around the site I hope you like as well. I hope to see more of your work on the site. I have enjoyed reading it quite a bit. Your "Door of Depression" was fantastic. Keep writing and sharing. I will do the same. Thanks again for the compliment.

Your poetic friend,

Kevin
aka: "Windowmaker"

Thank you Kevin! thats realy Nice!!! And yes your work is amazing And I really hope to see more work like that! So original and so true!! So thank you and Keep writing and enlightening us with your marvoles poems!

Loves Dahlin

Nikita