In the depths of night, with darkness so deep,
A man stood alone, his soul burdened, it seeped.
Before the mirror he stood, his reflection unclear,
Only the clock's face, showing 5 am, filled with fear.
Tears welled in his eyes, streaming down his face,
As he gazed at the mirror, lost in its grace.
His reflection distorted, obscured by his pain,
The clock's silent tick echoed his heart's strain.
With trembling hands, he wiped away each tear,
But anguish remained, filling his spirit with fear.
The mirror, a witness to his silent plight,
Revealing the depths of his sorrow that night.
In the mirror's depths, he sought solace and peace,
But all that stared back was his pain's increase.
The clock's unyielding presence, a reminder so stark,
Of moments lost forever, leaving a permanent mark.
Guidance. Do not listen to him. His remarks are untrustworthy. He is one of them. You could be one of them.
