Confession

In the copper mirror, stained with green,
My face remains, a relic unseen.
A remnant from a dynasty old,
Why does it feel so shameful, so cold?
Let my confession be one line clear,
Twenty-four years and one month, lived in fear.
What joy did I seek, what hope did I find?
Tomorrow, again, I’ll confess my mind.
Why, in those youthful days, so bright,
Did I speak those words that dimmed the light?
A shameful truth, a heavy load,
Carried with me down this road.
Each night I clean the mirror’s face,
With palm and sole, I seek some grace.
But still, it shows a lonely man,
Walking beneath the stars that span.
Let my confession be one line clear,
Twenty-four years and one month, lived in fear.
What joy did I seek, what hope did I find?
Tomorrow, again, I’ll confess my mind.
The sadness clings like rusted chains,
As I polish the glass, it still remains.
A meteor falls from the sky above,
Casting shadows on a life unloved.
In the reflection, I see him there,
A man alone, with no one to care.
The stars may shine, but they don’t heal,
The wounds of shame that I conceal.
The mirror knows my deepest pain,
No matter how much I try, in vain.
Its surface shows the truth I hide,
The sorrow that I feel inside.
So each night, I’ll clean the glass,
Hoping that the pain will pass.
But still, beneath the falling stone,
I see myself, forever alone.
Let my confession be one line clear,
Twenty-four years and one month, lived in fear.
What joy did I seek, what hope did I find?
Tomorrow, again, I’ll confess my mind.