...

the deepest questions,
well forth in ambiguity,
swathed in doubt,
dripping in loathing,

self remains meaningless,
worth discarded,
esteem in misguided quests,
and off-handed brush-aways,

seeking my mirror,
guilt framed,
of deception,
and answers,

half-truths,
lies,
and maybe then,
the possibility, of a

tomorrow.