Image

Dear image,
I'm you but you aren't me,
you're my hopes,
but never my dreams

Tears collide with laughter,
happiness conflicts with sorrow,
I can sense it,
But you can't.

You're just an image
You're just a reflection,
You're nothing more than
the echo of my wishes of who to be

However,
a reflection is merely a vague impression,
a misinterpreted illusion,
a mistaken belief.

It's hard to be disillusioned,
the roots have stretched long,
deep into the realm of imagination,
where there is no point of return.

Deeply hidden you are in my soul,
in a maze
constructed by the mind,
it looks impossible to search for you,
to hunt for you,
and
to drag you out from myself.

My pitiful soul is jailed by an alluring smile,
but it sweetly haunts me,
my doleful spirit is yearning for the strongest gentleness,
but it is just a tantalizing fallacy,
a seductive world of fantasies.

I can hear it,
my soul is screeching,
begging for mercy,
undecided to continue or to flee,
from the voluntary torture,
that turns me into a mournful banshee

To let you linger longer,
is to finish my life faster,
but to let me dwell on,
I just need to assassinate you.
The problem is,
HOW?

Standing in front of the mirror,
I noticed you,
but it doesn't last,
A stick might just drive through your heart,
crashing you into pieces,
you wont die but you'll be deformed,
you'll never be the same again

Looking into the pond,
I recognize your shadow,
silhouetted against my wanted identity,
but it's not for eternity.
the smallest grain of sand may rip you into pieces,
the tiniest pebble may blow you whole,
disfigured you'll be
but a next life you'll gain.
then again,as long as you exist,
there will always be pebbles nearby.
A new life will be lost right after another life is received.

You may be a spoon,
or even a metal bowl,
any degree I turn,
I see you.
but realize this,
you'll never be perfect at any angle, any point,
you'll always be a distorted figure in my soul,
especially rotten at heart

I know you're everywhere,
but no matter where you are,
you'll not look perfect.
a mirror, a glass,
a pond or a spoon,
I'm sure there's a way to erase you,
sign you out from my memory
forever.

© Jo@nne

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