The ugliness was incredible to witness
Words like vipers spit from his perfectly formed lips
His piercing blue eyes mere slits as his anger seethed
His oh so perfect ego so very bruised
By the person who was supposed to love him
But she did
He didn’t see it. His self-absorbed mind raged at anyone
No true friends, no one dare get close to him
His face and body were perfect gifts from God
When he died no one attended his funeral save for his wife who wept
Months later in another world in another time
He was reborn to his sorrows as a distant heartache
For in the mirror he witnessed a face grotesque
The lessons not learned before
Have become revisited.
The Journey of a thousand miles 