The Downward Slope

I reflected at the still lakes,

I searched through hundreds of wells.

They say I am missing my heart.

Well, I do not know where it fell.

The mirror image says nothing.

I am out of pity and patience.

The deep waters still scare me,

Even if they are an imitation.

My thoughts joke crudely,

Taking away the humanity I saved.

The left leg punches thin air,

The right one breaks, trying to be brave.

And I am stuck at the beginning,

Always tied to one more hope.

The end is reaching out its sharp claws.

I am headed for the downward slope.

-JW