Category: Self Reflection

28/12/18

A room,

With one shining light.

A single heart throbs,

One pair of lungs breathe.

But,

There are two once-boys.

They look at each other.

Only one has life flowing through his veins,

The other made of glass.

He looks at the once-boy in the mirror.

Hair that is slightly too long.

The mere shade of a moustache.

Happy,

But tired eyes.

The living one turns away,

And he is the only one.

Slowly he walks to bed,

And as his head softly lands on the pillow,

The light goes away.

The room is dark,

His breathing becomes heavy,

And there he is:

Dreaming away.

Time Taken: 13 minutes

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27/12/18

A figment of my imagination,

As I pondered,

As I wished.

Serving as an endless source of inspiration,

As my dreams were translated onto the page.

The dreams of day,

The dreams of night.

Now,

An absence in my heart.

How does one write a romantic piece,

Without an inspiration?

Possible,

Yes.

But this contentment.

This,

State of not-wishing.

Soothing to the self,

But what will it mean?

 

Time Taken: 9 minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

23/12/18

I step into the light of reflection.

Before me, he appears:

The boy of the past.

Slightly smaller,

Metal on his teeth,

And a masked expression.

He was so tired,

But an accomplished actor.

So convincingly he played his role,

And wore his mask,

Even he,

Believed his lies of happiness.

A man appears next to the boy.

Slightly taller,

Straight teeth,

And a smile on his face.

His eyes radiate true joy,

For he knows,

He needs to act no more.

Time taken: 7 minutes

Friend’s blog:

spokenincursive.blogspot.com