With The Flow

The Boy Near The Lake

I saw a boy, near the lake

Black eyes , staring straight ahead

with the night falling and his friends on stake,

he gripped his sword and shoved it instead.

The sword scattered , towards the bank

caught the moon and reflected his face

tightened jaws and eyes that sank

possibility of any intruder , polluting his place

He continued to stare, in the vastness of blue

to the small ripples,and the silent waves 

it calmed him down that much I knew

a longing desire, the peace he craves

Though I had seen him every, day and night

fighting with us ,comforting in fear

today felt different , from my sight 

a small connection , something quite familiar

With the victory of the moon , over the clouds

came clarity to see,  something small

depths of sadness and eyes full of doubt

A strong facade,shielding it all.

A straight face,radiating waves of power

toned hands for war but reliable still

with a broken soul, swift to devour

all that matters, leaving a hollow shell

Then it clicked , presence of the familiar pride

of deceiving all,and pretending not to sway

faking heaps of bravery,but cowering inside

I stared at the face I see in the mirror everyday

I stared at the face I see in the mirror everyday...