The Skeleton
Take my frustration.
Voice over recommended in a peaceful environment.
The skeleton supporting my soreness slows unexpectedly fast. Fatigue settles on any path, but the mind grows clever in exchange for a satirical charade that everyone fails to describe. Maybe it was the virus … or the habit. Could be the broken hearts. Hah, broken heart. Mirror, mirror, mining for tears, whose regret digs further?
Take my frustration, I don’t want it anymore. You’re wiser, take it. Add to your reflections of fractured worth. Intelligence takes many forms and is always one blink away from another decade. I see many paths but can choose only one. Mirror, mirror, show me the way to understanding.
Peppered in darkness are those that fear the truth. I remember blue eyes and green eyes. Even some hollow eyes seemed true. Convinced now, I've never known anyone. I submit to the catalyst of dreams: give me peace. Whose voice, free of trickery, led me? Enemy in disguise, where have you gone? Have you left this shallow place? The destination of each raindrop around me continues to end in a splash.
Awake now. The shattered mirror, a reminder: it’s too late to accept ... how blind I’ve been. Told it’s just a dream, but with dreams like that, how can anything be real? Dwelling too long, I see a man changed from who I once knew. Yet the habits he kept have sunk deep.
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.”
Mary Oliver
A true poet :) Keep going.