Through the dimly lit, semi-underground glass window,
A bluish, yet bleak light seeped in, casting an eerie glow.
Above, a glaring light bulb hung, eye-splittingly bright,
Illuminating the table, a scene of oppressive fright.
The walls adorned with dirty, stained tiles,
The entrance tightly closed, iron doors and bars in files.
Though unfamiliar with this interrogation room's embrace,
Every detail seemed to captivate, as if in a haunting chase.
A sinking feeling washed over me, a dream turned nightmare,
As I pulled a chair to my desk, a sense of despair.
Approaching shadows snuffed out the light bulb's glow,
Plunging the room into darkness, a chilling blow.
Accustomed to the brightness, my eyes struggled to see,
In the pitch-black, I heard a switch, a flicker of glee.
As the room brightened, a new view emerged,
An identical set, yet with a scent, sinister and surged.
A deep breath I took, the air thick with dread,
A shadow slurred words, opposite me it spread.
Helplessly, I questioned, "Why am I here?"
Memories flooded back, overwhelming, clear.
A sudden blow to the back of my head, I felt,
Deep breaths calmed the storm, my fears I dealt.
"This is the path I've chosen," I resigned,
Accepting the punishment, no longer confined.
Deflated, I slumped, a wind doll with no life,
Unfocused eyes gazed upon the floor, filled with strife.
The initial question tormented, agonized my mind,
Inhaling deeply, exhaling repeatedly, seeking solace to find.
In a corner, a cigarette I found, a temptation to ease,
Though long quit, I succumbed, my nerves to appease.
Bitter smoke filled my nostrils, oddly not despised,
"Justified survival in this hellish world," I realized.
The shadow leaned in, whispered in my ear,
"Remember what you said? To survive, be a devil, my dear."
A hollow laugh escaped, my justification revealed,
Had I become the evil I sought, my fate sealed?
Deep within, I knew true devils shed no blood or tears,
They preyed on the weak, causing torment and fears.
I, a secondhand substitute, living a wretched lie,
Unhappy, my hypocritical heart, I can't deny.
As I tilted my head, gazing at the glass window's reflection,
Sadness and regret filled the eyes, a somber introspection.
Drained of strength, I slumped in the chair, weak and resigned,
Silently sitting with shadow, reflection, and self, intertwined.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
