Concrete Reality Poem by Dan Frank

Shimmering in the sun's early rays
Striking intentions that lack purity
Illuminating the coward behind the lion
Acting as though there are no inhibitions
Battling with an alter ego
Washed in self-loathing
Not wanting to continue along the same path
Looking at themself and not seeing identity
Mirroring everything in sight
Ghosts caught in the web we wove
Waiting for their wailing to stop
Grasping at straws covered in razorblades
With hands that cannot hold
Watching as my dreams slip through and disappear into the past