Poetry: Still and Stark

Hey all,

I've really been feeling some poetry lately so  wanted to try my hand at crafting another poem. This is based on an image I saw on TV about a old man looking at himself in the mirror. The subject matter was completely different than the topic of the poem, but I like how easy this was to write. Maybe a total of 30 minutes all together? It just came really easy.

Anyway, enjoy.


Still and Stark


Softly lit under light bulbs glow,

The darkened recess ebbed of flow,

And the mirror shown in sheerest sheen,

Revealing a haggard man, a sight unseen.

His bristled face a mask of age,

Lines and wrinkles, a time wrought cage.

Hair gone white, thinned and bald,

With sallowed skin, whitened and palled.

He brushed his mouth with gnarled hands,

Withered with hurt, from hour wrought sands.

Eyes grown milky, dimmed from time,

The lust of life so far from its prime.


He knew his time was near the end,

Days gone by, just moments to send.

He touched his echo in reflection's gleam,

Fingers tracing death wrote seam.

His voice croaked from chappened lip,

Muttered prayers of regrets let slip.

He closed his eyes and reached on high,

Smashing the bulb with nary a sigh.

And in the dark he waited still,

As life blood's flow waned to nil.

In the quiet and lonely dark,

He died a death, still and stark.


End of Line.
Gerrad!