An Unanticipated Awakening

The image stares solemnly and intent.

Reflections speak;

I do not know,

Of a dream once lived?

Or,

Do they tell;

A story instead,

Of a life,

… envisioned.

Trying to speak.

Wishing,

It would share…

secrets,

Lying dark and deep.

The stillness.

Its silence,

Deafening and foreboding.

I gaze outward;

With empty and hollow eyes.

The light;

Casts its shadow.

Sometimes …

all that stands,

is the question.

Sometimes …

all that remains,

is the banality of existence.