I saw a face deep in the lake
With hands tucked on the chest and eyes tightly shut
A soft humming from the shallow end
Yet dampened by the silent depth
I called out to it and ask if you're alright
The silent still of the lifeless water greets with echo.
I turned myself and looked away
From the edge of my vision, the face is still there.
I whispered with closed eyes, that I'll return again.
The same question with a same end.
Yet, as I close my eyes to see nothing
The face awakes and hums with a rhythm:
"You came here often. And saw yourself. I am your reflection, I am yourself.
You called out to see, if I need help. Yet you never called for anyone else."
I opened my eyes and stared back at the face. Like a mirror the face is my own, the reflection of myself.
Eyes wide open, hands reaching above.
But sadly I can only weep in despair. I will come again to see you there.
A reflection of mine in the bottom of the lake.
I turned behind and walked straight.
VOUS LISEZ
The Anomaly of Emancipation
Poésie"It's 3.00 AM, and these feelings don't seem to put themselves to sleep." A compilation of short poetry written when the heart just wanted to talk.
