Aftermath (a Poem)

I look into the mirror,
i see,
a face poised in pains,
eagle-eyed in tears,
lips pouted in annoyance.

I look into the mirror,
i see,
a knife held up at the throat,
willing to take a life,
hoist with my own petard.

I look into the mirror,
i see,
been paid in mine's,
a worth while journey,
which was embarked upon.

I look into the mirror,
i see,
the affairs of this world,
like a chameleon's faeces,
which i have stepped upon.

I look into the mirror,
i see,
unacceptance of the past,
uncertainty of the present,
hope for the future.