Stranger

and so it begins, doubt growing like a cancer of the soul. Slowly ebbing its way into the heart, eating at every memory cherished. Like a disease, it does not pity, it is not prejudiced; it just attacks regardless of circumstance, ferociously like an animal which crushes every bone and structure of the heart.
Prayer. Does not go through, this Godforsaken place, like a firewall of some sort, blocking every passion, faith and righteousness. Hardened, selfish and insensitive. And so, i stare at the mirror and see him staring back at me. A stranger, lost and afraid, angry and alone, forsaken by all.