( The Lethe, one the River of the greekunderground-to quaff from it's black waters, the shade forgot all of life ..forever)

Mask
The mask of profession and grooming conceals the loss.
My uniform shell the refuge from the world,
No one must see
No one must know.
but I do... I know, I see.
I shall forgive my self nothing.
The mirrored reflection of absense , my doppelganger stranger
Where is the woman who was eight weeks ago?
The eye, sparkling .....dead.
The heart full of joy....draining away a trail of heartsblood where ever I go.
The soul shattered, cold as stone.
Each death has a name,
Failure,Waste,Betrayal,Sorrow,Auguish.
My shades,my forerunners, my fetch, my constant companions.
The facade is crumbling........
Obilivion, to drink from the waters of the Lethe,
For I no longer exist in the waking world.
The sea of mortals flow around me I adrift motionless.
I would welcomet a view of oblivion.
To grieve,
To heal.
To rest.(rc-2004)