Redemption

A child no more
the man looks
for a reflection
from the mirror
of his life
lived without meaning
only a shell
of existence
the visage revealed
a demonic mask
eyes provide windows
to his hellish soul
the horror of truth
wrong turns compounded
by denial and lies
myriad and sundry
sins, more sins
a collection worthy
its own museum

how far the fall
point beyond return
can the misdeeds
from a lifetime
be redeemed in a moment
for the price of repentance
must the forked path
of history be retread
each turn righted
the price of salvation
as steep as
the downhill road
to damnation
his soul long-ago
sold, what price
can buy it back