THE HAUNTING

A look at the face was enough,
The eyes of a lost child
Losing soon the will to live,
Fast replaced by the wish for death.
The unshaven countenance matched
By the inhuman laugh.
More of an animal, less of a man,
All that was missing was the gun.
Or maybe instead that one reason to live,
To cling to a life gone so terribly wrong.
But not a single showed itself,
There was no Savior in sight.
And scary as the image seemed,
There was something even worse.
For it was not at a person that I looked,
But a shiny, cruel mirror!

- Arnold D'Souza