~ Futile ~ Poem

 

Why do I still stand before this mirror
And strive thus to cleanse my soul 
My eye, impatient, shall not see it clearer 
For all my fret and weary toil.

Inward, I cower and faint in heart
Yet somehow appear as valient as indeed,
I so surely shall shake apart 
As with my wounded mind I plead.

Inward still, I must seek to find
Some virtue hidden in mortal mire
An unmined gem burried deep in mind
Yet all is but coal for my pyre.

-S.K. Downes