The denier

 

I denied the world I live in, not accepting the loathed facts and denied them all, making them refugees in the obsolete part of my mind. I walked through my vacant mind and saw all the burned memories scattered around and surrounded by rigorous sorrow, I closed my eyes as a vague tear dripped from my screaming eyes and my legs led me deep inside my mind, I saw a thrived rose in this omitted place, but it withered once my pale hand touched it, giving me a quick sight of what and who I am, just a fraction of the concealed collage. I heard about the myth of the lonely siren who died because of her beloved created world so I decided to follow her path and shade my eyes from the reality, denying every emotion that tried to stop me until I was demarcated in this omission, my screaming mind became a tired empty one and I begged myself to end my suffering, but I formed my savior, my prepared world had opened my eyes once again after this torturing and left behind the reality, using the last part of sanity to live in this delusional world and let out a vague cry, it was tainted with fatigue and relief that I found a chance to live in my own world even though it will kill me and I will be only a myth, yes I’m a denier and erratic, lonely in a world I create within my falling mind.

Author's Note

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