Poems and Lonesomes

Her Confession

Once I wasn't lonely,
I had friends,
a sister,
a family.

Once my heart beat a steady pace,
not black,
not dead,
unlike this un-souly race.

I had a double,
a due,
a kin if you will.

Identical,
to the very last feature,
except our eyes.

You see,
I was always blind.

She however,
was me that could see,
no cane
no glasses,
no needing help for guidance.

Regardless,
she loved me,
including the flaw that I bared.

She always said,
"Because of you blindness,
You hear what you would see,
And you talk better than our teacher.

"You may say that you wish you were me,
but what you don't know is that,
I wish I were you,
because you can speak in a poem,
no reading,
no writing,
you just open up and riddle around."

In many ways,
she was right,
I can riddle you into a maze,
but that wouldn't stop what was coming our way.

Our time together was short to last,
As the one that killed her,
left her dying in my arms.

He spared my life,
thinking I would soon parish,
but he didn't know I had already died,
for when he left,
he left the silence behind.

As my heart blackened with death,
I started to cry the blood of my twin,
for now I could see.

Not see in shades of black and white,
nor the bright cheeriness of the rainbow,
no,
nothing like that at all,
what I saw was the truth.

I would not age,
I would always come back to life,
as long as my body was intact.

The last and worst was what made me today,
I could only riddle and rhyme,
and say poems with time,
For that is who I am.

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