A Stubborn Mule; The Jackass

A self evaluation

I am but a stubborn mule, a jackass if you will. All knowing but oh so ignorant to the truth. I stand under the pulsing streetlight, a self-righteous, self-portrayed artist clinging to the everglow of this fading beam. I wail, I screech in hopes to turn eyes. Alas, eyes meet; I search the crowd to found it distant. A crowded loneliness if you will. For I scan the audience to find the eyes I truly seek missing. The exploding suns I so frequently am blinded by. So often do I find myself seeking there gaze. I see the faded raven haired lass moving from the crowd. I see her curving figure, teasing, taunting my body as I follow. Piles of past regrets and jaded heads prevent my closure but I push on. Shoulder down as I plow through the mistakes only to come out battle scarred. I grasp your shoulder but pull my hand away by the immense freezing I am overtaken by. You continue forward and I stand behind. I stare as your figure fades to a silhouette. Words fumble out my mouth followed by the smoke of a barrel after firing words I long to never repeat. I fall back to the past, back to those regrets I let them lead me to a false sense of comfort and it only pushes you further. You’re almost gone and I stand stronger. I will not let you go. Jolt through the crowd I feel the jagged blades take on my skin, it grows rougher, the bullets take on my head, I grow smarter, the claws at my eyes, I see further. I know what I must do, I learn from the past and history shall never repeat itself. Repetitive is something I shall not withstand. The heat of my passion burns through your icy touch and we kiss. I feel the artistic mess and as your starving artist, a claim I’ve made so many times, I shall let you live through me. Vicariously I shall live through you. 

Reviews

[khalid]

very nicely penned...people often think falsly of others according to appearance without trying to go into the deep part of those people...
i have really enjoyed reading it