Revealing…

As you sit there,

glumly draining,

lethargically wallowing.

Expecting our words to manifest your comfort,

ushering us into your world,

to be scattered…

I turn to you and give you my truth;

The sound of brittle glass shattering is heard inside your head.

You are so caught up in this game,

True self long forgotten.

You have become your role,

merging with the vessel in front of me,

swallowing it,

being engulfed by the feeling-the restrictedness;

Frightened, angry, mortal.

 

Winning another oscar for your performance,

You’re mortified as he takes it away.

You clawing at his cloaked face is useless,

as the sound of bone rubbing against bone,

instills claustrophobia in your empty, forgotten, hollow shell.

You scream as he takes your oscar away,

your performance-your self.

You scream as he takes ‘you’ away.

Why dont you wake up?

That’s not you-just your shell.

 

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