The Mortification of Change

Standing dressed in black
With tears streaming down,
Heartache and anguish exist
As I grieve for me.

The teardrops fall, and they
Produce a rippling effect,
Depicting a distorted image
That now represents me.

The essence I once embodied
Has forever gone away,
And I must come to terms
With this bleak reality.

As I stare at my reflection
I do not see myself,
Just a graven appearance
Of an inconsolable being.