Man In A Dark Black Suit

a troubled man
in a dark black suit
sat in the doctor's office

"please Dr. True
reveal the truth
of which that haunts my homage

"at night I sleep
but son awake
to fears behind my door

"of a stranger be
just in my wake
atop my bathroom floor

"I look to see
this phantom be
but keep my distance still

"I think 'who's he?
what care 'bout me?'
and hope not he should kill

"the stranger looks
but does not say
to tell me why he's there

"he merely stares
and keeps away
not close enough to care

"dear Dr. True
who is this man
that haunts me day and night?

"what is perscribed?
what is your plan?
please save me from this strife."

the doctor looked
to understand
and came up with a thought

he said "next time
you see this man
go close and back up not

"look face to face
and see him clear
and do not turn away

"let eyes meet eyes.
if must, do stare,
do this of which I say."

upon that night
not as the past
he went to greet the foe

he was relieved
for thus, at last
the stranger, he would know

Outside the door
expectedly
he saw him once again

"who are you, sir?
wat wants with me?
you're neither kn nor friend"

no answer be
so closer still
did goest to understand

"who are you, sir?
doth come to ill?"
yet silence from the man

closer still
and clearer was
the image of this stranger

closer still
gone haze and fuzz
before him was a mirror

he looked and stared
and stayed right there
things finally came to view

the stranger was
the'self' impaired
the person in the suit

he looked within
to do the task
and learned of something true

he knew his face
but he still must ask,
"oh person, who are you?"