He sees himself.
Anxious eyes all rung in red,
A million words still left unsaid.
He sees himself.
Their shrieking voices ring in his ears,
Deep into black the memory sears,
Of splintered hearts and splattered tears,
Instead of sheep, he counts his fears.
For sleep won't plague a broken mind,
Just breathe and forget the unkind,
Postpone and delay the unwind,
Just like the rest of humankind.
He sees himself.
Falling at the drop of a single word,
Vision fading, feeling slurred,
While on those million words are spurred,
All hypothetical screams unheard.
She sees him.
Eyes gleaming with the morning light,
Not letting tears blur his eyesight,
Heart burning with a passionate fight,
A soul as bright as the starlight.
And she knows,
That, by the grace of God and everything right in the world,
By the glow of the moon above and the way the wind sings with the trees,
He will always keep fighting.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
In My Mind's Eye
PoesiaIf life is but a dream, I will never achieve lucidity. #6 in Poetry (2/14/2022) Runner-Up in the Metaphorically Spoken category of the Summer Sun Awards, 2016 Cover by Seth Yurchisin (IG: @sjyurchisin Note that none of th...
