Distorted Mirages of a Being
My thoughts rippled at the strangeness of a numb troubling sorrow,
I am overpoured, sinking beneath a fathomless bottom,
Unable to catch a breath amidst its congested hollowness.
I say, it is all inside my head— almost made up
I say, this too shall pass, if you allow yourself to unwind your flightless wings up in the air
If you trust yourself, for once, it shall be over
Once and for all.
And there you may find a childlike reflection of yourself— harmless and unwary
Staring back at you,
Almost as if a mirage is too good to be true
awaiting your arrival
For you shall set her free.
The unsettling agitation creeping under my skin
Reminded me otherwise, of how forgiveness is a naive choice to make,
An easy way out, a road leading to nowhere
or so I believed.
For I have been nothing but a distorted image struggling to be flawless.
I shattered each time I found an imperfection
Letting the ceiling above crush down on me
Over and over again.
I have been, for so long, mending broken pieces
Scattered about the floor
Reckoning to have made the wiser choice,
Only to find myself entirely misplaced amidst it all.
I no longer carry a name, a skin or a meaning
For I have sunken beneath an unwavering emptiness
Almost undisturbed. I may have found redemption
or the rock bottom
I can no longer differ between the two at this point.
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