The Cruelty of Truth

He watches his reflection
to find the light
and scans the darkness
which hides beneath the glass.

A silver moon
glimmers at the eyes
showing off the future
written on the wrinkled skin.

The walls dissolve
the mind begins to whisper
as thoughtless silence
distorts the shape.

Humid is the storm
which perspires…..
soaking the parched hide –
of this shrivelled past.

Can you hear the lullaby’s
as she begins to sing.

Silvered thoughts
of swallowed youth
searching through….
the cruelty of truth.