I wake up to a slight beauty of the outside's space
a person wakes up from within me and escapes its base.
My eyes widen as I take this all in but I see it open the front door and chase
I put on my bunny slippers and wipe away the sleep from my face.
Wait! I scream; I better grab my mase
I start to panic, but I find clues that seem to come along and trace.
I keep running till the corners end and I find this person screaming, "just in case!"
I get closer to this walking being and drag it home to my place.
I start to run because of my greediness to my own and quicken the slow pace
I knew I was being selfish, but right now it was challenging me to a race.
"I am your soul. I have lived inside of you for eternity.
Back in university, I saw those pledges in that stupid fraternity
or when you said the craziest thing about maternity
and perhaps the say that ate the flesh of your about paternity
because you are currently in this life of modernity.
I know you like to live alone
you've been working so hard for yourself till the bone
trust me, you won't eventually wake up with your own clone
and when things don't go your way, please don't huff around and groan
because there is no such thing as awakening on your own queen's throne
get yourself out more; shield yourself from your comfort zone
take an example of lifeless things and turn it into effervescence; for instance, this stone
live out more... don't just give it away under your arm because you will eventually be tossed out and thrown."
I have been hit so hard on the cheek
I'm trying not to overreact, but I'm still under the sense of freak
the words from the chest have seemed to come alive and leek
I'm trying to see what this person is saying so my mind awakens and takes a quick peek
it is my word that I'm trying so hard to seek
everything comes out in a blur but all that comes out of me is a wimpering shriek
my body is trying to shift its weight onto the bed, with a lift so slight yet with the hint of sneak.
I am trying to say the words, but I can't even find the goad to speak!
I have been able to only murmur and squeak..
I know that I'm only a creation so fragile and weak.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁