Transparent

This is a poem about a boy who transparently saw death through his own reflection. People believed that he was mentally ill, when really he had a secret genius within him that only he could comprehend

Death followed with no escape
but he ran,
and he leaped,
as death secretly peaked
through every impenetrable barrier

Maybe it was the illness
that made him believe it was death
that he swore on every breathe
it was him
it had to of been him

"I can see, I can see
he is watching me,
ready for me,
slowly waiting to be,
the recipient of honoree
I am not indisposed"

The delusions told a story
to his articulatory behavior
that was nothing of his kind
that only a mind
like his,
could rationally formulate

He was what he was
because he knew himself
Death or not
all that he thought
was no discrepancy
It was
chemically,
mentally,
generally,
all secretly seen only through transparency.