REFLECTIONS

True! Yes, your hideous being exhausts my every moment.

Your lips continue to mutter a sound

 I care not to listen.

Your bleak existence only takes up space.

QUIET!

Let silence be your gesture and be gone!

All the countless hours of the wasted days and wasted time…

 No Angles to cast before me' A love to have my own

Darkness, simply darkness

And darkness alone.

Bleak! Yes, A dismal glimpse to my reality.

My soul grows weak and famished

A Withered reflection, a familiar view...

Tempered and repulsed! I stand here before myself

So inconsiderate of others. 

I am blinded by my own selfishness, Yet forced

 to view my journeys over the years

On a road where I began

That inner twines itself again and again

Over downs, and ups, twist and turns, floods and commencing destinations that were all lost and out of sight.

As I have traveled this road, “an infamous” path, once traveled before,

I see my past mistakes, Seen even in the darkest of night; Though she disguises herself to blanket the earth- full of false deception, On and on I go.... relentless,

In circles- doubting every direction;

But soon I embrace the night. I close my eyes and run, far, far and out of sight…

Never to have been seen or to see, or to have ever sought in me…

Never, no more, you are not to reminisce…

My Reflections are consumed with my Self made abyss.

 I’m nestled safely there with no real identity, For all my eternity

I am my own forgotten enemy!

Stop! Do not search for me my friend

For I have drifted, drifted, away into a silence of the land;

 only reflections and memories are left to hold your hand,

Go! Be gone my friend,

Travel with out me and do not be sad, for you only remember something you truly never had...

 CFS