It was then that I realized I was a miscreation,
For I gazed into its eyes and watched all joy and comforting psalms be devoured by hopeless thoughts and doubts,
I could hear its deafening cries; I cared not.
Thus becoming what I dread the most,
I felt the fragments of hope which I cherished, hauled within the darkness of his eyes and my whispers stifled by his colourful darkness.
His rage thrusting through my soul, engulfing my tired heart and burning it like crimson roses; ignoring the blood gushing out my vessels,
I could see what he felt; it was beautiful,
What was I thinking? I should be scared.
But of what, a mere reflection,
Its voice trembled.
Its artistic hand painted captions of life and death along the once blank canvases,
I heard its screams; then I understood,
I was no longer afraid of what I saw or heard; instead I admired his elegance and melodious cries,
I realized what he wanted; to be noticed by someone,
I understood what he needed; to call someone a friend;
I had solved the unsolvable; I knew where he came from.
He was concealed within me.
He and I are one and same, only I was weak and all he had was darkness.
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Embrace Poetry ||Wattys2016||
Poetry#73 (28/6/16) Are you lost? Then be found with Embrace Poetry, some of the most exuberant poetic pieces you will ever read will be found in this book, you will experience sadness, love, peace and joy. In essence this is a collection of my original p...
