I am faced with the beast
The haunting shadow reflecting
A mirror image of disgust
Ideals seem but a whim
Virtues a distant cousin
From foreign land
The brilliant shine has gone pale
What to do when you fail
Was all the years wasted?
When the self image greets
A stranger from another land
How can one divert so far
Not to come an inch closer
Perfection a vague illusion
The real a persistent question
The magnifying of age illuminates
Infirmities, weakness and vulnerability
The true self covered in dust
Getting thicker layer upon layer
Surface texture hidden from sun
Is this the dark night of the soul?
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