Two windows, one beholder
In a solitary mansion
He shall inherit the earth
One window holds his gaze
Captivated but the other, forget it not. It reflects the world, colourless and desolate
He can't help it when he tries to look away
Yet every time he fails
Bite into the bittersweet forbidden fruits
And it spreads its roots within
But the answers never come
More questions rise in their absence
Invisible to all, solitary he shall remain
Feeling out of place, a beholder of different scenes
There are no tears, when the rain is pouring outside
A sense of self is all he needs
To understand, that the worlds he sees are shards of a shattered globe
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Another attempt, Poetry And Short Stories.
PoetryPoems like short stories about feelings one might feel in every day life. Some angst, and hope. All written by myself, inspired by music and the things I feel.
