I try to run from the real me,
but I am glued inside myself.
Who I espy in the mirror,
usually revolts me.
My evolution is atrophied:
Fear directs my life -
Controls me...
Aborts me.
When I draw my final breath,
the collective pool of tears amassed,
will have created the oasis
I always craved.
Jeffrey Philip Clegg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creating-what-i-ll-never-have/
