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11/13/18
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They wait.
Their eyes of different colours
Stare with different gazes
At a mountain so grey
With Silence as a mourning friend.
The end came too soon
Lifeless and never will bloom
They whisper without a fight.
As the day turns to the moonlit night.
The sun will never rise another day
For our comrade
Our dear lost one who
Brought this upon himself.
They do not cry out of pity
But secretly
They smirk under shadows
Told you so.
He deserved it.
Live to remember,
But die to be forgotten
Such a shame
Such
A
Shame.
But they are wrong.
Slowly but surely the sun rises,
And so does the silhouette
That suddenly bursts from the mountaintop.
He flies with wings of flame
Sparking and flickering
Like candlelight come to life.
To life.
He is alive?! They cry.
In horror now
He was dead!
Dead!!!
Did he bargain with a demon?
They wonder as their friend faces them
With happiness tinting
His cheeks
And eyes glittering
With determination
Did you not die yesterday? They ask,
Shocked
Upset
And angry.
Their friend smiles.
I did die.
But that was my Old Self
A person who did not deserve to be one.
One who lied
Who hated
Who did bad deeds
Just to
Satisfy his pleasures.
He spreads his wings.
I am my New Self,
Cleansed from within
And ready to take up
My name
Without shame.
Born anew, but still the same.
YOU ARE READING
Neon
Acak(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
