Reflection

By Louis Efron

Again, pulling myself out of bed
Stumbling to a bathroom mirror
Its cold surface reflects a face of dread
Could life at this moment be any clearer?

Loved ones passed, conversations lost
Closed doors, sunlight eludes the day
Grass covered with frost
Sky a disturbing grey

Not a soul in distant sight
No human touch to be had
A self-inflicted human plight
Red plumes on white, a lethal cleansing pad

Open spaces, less machine exhaust
Down an empty street I stray
A non-discriminate holocaust
Children can no longer play

What has happened to our life?
Where did it all go wrong?
Recklessly wielding a butcher knife
Lamenting lyrics . . . a troubling song

A rhyme that riffs a careless scrawl
A world in desperate need of peace
Two hands dropping a wanting ball
A time that now must cease

What will tomorrow’s reflection hold?
Blood-stained cheeks, sockets conspiring to swell
Clocks stop ticking before the story is told
Doors now open, a quick descent to Hell

Louis Efron is a globally recognized writer and poet who has been featured in Forbes, Huffington Post, Chicago Tribune, POETiCA REViEW, The Orchards Poetry Journal, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Literary Yard, New Reader Magazine and over 100 other national and global publications. He is also the author of five books, including The Unempty Spaces Between, How to Find a Job, Career and Life You Love; Purpose Meets Execution; Beyond the Ink; as well as the children’s book What Kind of Bee Can I Be?