Inebriated Version 2 Poem by Crystal Korzinsky Chambers

Inebriated

Inebriated, I look in the mirror
Wondering how old I am.
Have I lived before? How long ago?
How many times? How well then to now?
Is the mask the same or has it warped
in some way I have yet perceived
Because I know it doesn't fit
how it used to.
I often despise that thing I see
reflected abhorrently back at me-
- different and changing
like an actor changing scenes.
Only drunk do I look at the myth
imitated on silver plane.
Legend I’ve created-that really isn’t there-
Self important, Self loathing,
Empty, bereft; I tell myself
I didn’t matter five minutes,
five years or five lifetimes ago-
Though I know it a lie.
Beyond the silver, behind the glass
I remain trapped,
a form no one knows.