Canvas

Canvas

A Poem by dreamkeeper

The incessant reflection of my eyes staring at me is,
Unerving
always lurking, watching, reminding me that
I am an unfinished product
A construct
A practice run at optimism 
A cataclysmic dead end street
Begging to retreat inside itself where it is safe and warm
Where no one wonders why or asks what if
I am a theory
An ideology
A myth
My existence is futile, meaningless
and never ending simultaneously
I am a song in the summer breeze
I am the terror in a victim's screams
I am everything, and I am nothing.

© 2017 dreamkeeper


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Added on November 21, 2017
Last Updated on November 21, 2017




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