The man on the mirror stares,eyes dead,gnarled feet disappearing below.Pain kisses the blood flowing,his cracked lips cinematic under his watch. The man on the mirror stares,his crown shining and grey.Caving under the weight of empty dreams,broken futures. The man on the mirror stares,his body a masterpiece of struggle,his hands a testament of hustleA body builtContinue reading “Man on the mirror”