Under the midnight sky

Under the Midnight Sky

Up under this midnight sky, I look at a reflection of a fiery-eyed man.
That in his past has seen every one of his plans fall apart.
The look on his face matches his broken hart, like a boxer ready to step into the ring.
His anxiety seems to affect his brain,
He can’t even tell what he’s feeling is pain.
The headaches are driving him insane, with nothing but his memories of lost fame,
But his soul is not tame.
The fight in his body makes his fists clinch tight as he shouts to the moon that he won’t die tonight.
The coldness of his life makes his brain grow sharp,
And the harder it is to breathe the easier it is to think.
Fighting to bring himself back from the brink of madness because he’s had enough of this.
Every beat of his heart is like a drum inside his head,
Which just feeds the anger making him become even more of a stranger to his own family.
The scariest part is that the man I see is standing in the mirror staring back at me.