THE MAN I KILLED AT DAWN.
His eyes! They
stared at me,
With years of
doubt and regret.
He blamed me for
all his failure,
And I stayed in
a daze.
Purified by the
silence in my guilt.
His scars were a
mime of emotion,
Each drawing the
reality of the crime.
I wanted the silhouette
of his tears,
Cast upon my
emaciated shadow,
We cried
together in our dreams.
I hear his
hollow twisted steps,
The twirls and
creaks of a fearful doubt.
He breathes in
vibrating echoes,
The furious woes
of my talking silence,
Nostalgia’s
words, ducked in a moving truth.
He is trapped in
vain reality, counting a lie
Blaming my guilt
for his nefarious glare,
His words shoot
the saints of time,
Polygraph marks
could not spell the truth.
Ruptured by
reality, deceived by death.
He stalks my
every forlorn stare,
By mirrors he
uneasily lurks,
Eyes squinting
with infallible regret,
Of worlds and
unwritten diaries of hurt.
He buys the eyes
of my shadow.
He says that
angels have no fear,
Unreligious
here, he squeals that God is not fair.
Diligent, he morphs
to a graceful serpent.
Sipping the sly
venom of my doubt,
By fateful
rivers, he questions time.
By conquering
faiths loving stare,
He doused my
will with sanity’s saddle.
Bored and
confused, questions exceeding words.
I grapple the
insomnia of my days,
Never scared of
my thoughts.
I hear the
window cringe under the weight of a delirious dream.
Scared of
reality, searching for youth.
As eyes gaze
upon reflection, He unwillingly smiles,
Eyes shallow
with Doom,
Imprisoned in
night.
By deepest deep
I stared so deep,
Unwilling to
sing the ballad of life.
Harmony immersed
in rueful regret.
Pain in my
darkened heart of doom and despair,
Gracefully
aching beyond eternal silence.
I count the
words in my room,
The sweet rope
hanging like Beethoven’s note.
Slowly gliding
to its flirtatious doom,
Sinking my
hastening breath to kiss the air.
In some woeful
minutes, the dark hallelujah.
Locked in
reality, persevered from aching death,
The dearth of
life finds me unwilling to smile again
The mirror shows
his face,
His murderous
unwilling glance
Ghost of
everything I fear.
Saved by the
limitation of time’s illusive grasp,
His voice wheels in my most blunt unease.
His face riddled
in the mirror of life,
He has become a
corpse of all I lost in yesterday night,
He is the man I
killed at dawn!
But as I humbly
watched the static reflection I realized,
The face I had
always seen was me.
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