This man-like figure that stands before
Me is a passage extension of the person I could be
He foreshadows the future expectation of what I'm endowed to be
Although He bleeds revenge and wasted with no remorse, he utters the pale likeless of his mind to the beloved as well as to the hearts of the unknown
With battlescars enchanted on his skin
He Carries a frame of justice for his younger self
The only of way of living is survival
A man-made war machine is what he has become
A monster of his own self he has indulged in
He reflects the camouflaged introspection triggered amongst people around him
What he fears most is losing himself in the process of trying to save himself
What others fear from him is retaining his older self in a form of a shadow?
He is a shadow of my older self
A version of myself driven to the edge of insanity.
About the Creator
Irvin
Exceptionally artistic when it comes to poetry, my undying passion for it for keeps me writing like always.
Comments (1)
Hehe, you draw me to a nice idea.