As I sit in the cafe
The rains are falling heavily
The windows become foggy
The road became quiet
In the middle of jazz echoing around
The silence embraces me
He strokes my head with both coldness and affection
And for once I feel alive
As my americano left untouched
The cup and the liquid tortured by the temperature
And they breath became barely seen
As they turned cold
I've stared at the window long enough
In the glass reflections, I saw me
The withered flowers
The survivor
When it's not me anymore, the reflection's changed
I saw my family, my friends, my pet, my life
Anything and everything shows up in a quick motion
What have I become?
"You, " The silence said
"Demon" The brain answered
"Monster" The reflection turns out to be me again
"Beautiful Monster," I said
I took a pen and papers
As I wrote everything
Hope, despair, love, happiness
"The Monster's Legacy."
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The Monster's Legacy
PoesíaTo be Alive and Breathing is a gift But those gift isn't enough to make a soul, a human After everything I've been through After the battle, I've lost and win [Am I Human yet?] Poetries with short stories compilations, originally by ©YoSyerin Warnin...
