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IN SEARCH OF MYSELF
#Metaphors
I LOOKED UNDER THE DUST OF THOSE BOOKS LAYING ON THE TABLE.
I WAS NOT THERE.
I SEARCHED UNDER THAT PILLOW WET WITH THE NIGHT'S TEARS,
I WAS NOT THERE.
I OPENED AND CLOSED THE DRAWERS AND OPENED THEM AGAIN THEY WERE EMPTY,
I WAS NOT THERE.
I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR, I SAW THE PERSON, EYES SUNKEN IN SOCKETS, LIPS SCALED, HE FIXED THAT FROZEN GAZE BACK ON ME, THAT WASN'T ME,
I WAS NOT THERE.
TIRED, I SQUEEZED MYSELF INTO A CORNER OF MY DARK ROOM, SOBBING AND MOURNING ON THE LOSS OF MYSELF, MY ONLY TRUE FRIEND. I SEARCHED IN THE TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY CHEEKS,
I WAS NOT THERE.
I OPENED MY CHEST, UNSHEATHED MY HEART,
THERE I FOUND MYSELF, CAGED BEHIND THE RIBS. BURIED, MY HEART AS MY TOMBSTONE. I PULLED MYSELF OUT. WIPED THE BLOOD OOZING FROM THE SCARS TIME GAVE ME. WE KISSED AND EMBRACED EACH OTHER AS THE COMPANIONS PARTED AGES AGO, AND THEN TO SHIELD ME FROM THE CRUELTY OF THE WORLD I SHROUDED AND BURIED MYSELF
IN MY HEART,
CAGED BEHIND THE RIBS.
© Shafat_Ibne_Ali
I LOOKED UNDER THE DUST OF THOSE BOOKS LAYING ON THE TABLE.
I WAS NOT THERE.
I SEARCHED UNDER THAT PILLOW WET WITH THE NIGHT'S TEARS,
I WAS NOT THERE.
I OPENED AND CLOSED THE DRAWERS AND OPENED THEM AGAIN THEY WERE EMPTY,
I WAS NOT THERE.
I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR, I SAW THE PERSON, EYES SUNKEN IN SOCKETS, LIPS SCALED, HE FIXED THAT FROZEN GAZE BACK ON ME, THAT WASN'T ME,
I WAS NOT THERE.
TIRED, I SQUEEZED MYSELF INTO A CORNER OF MY DARK ROOM, SOBBING AND MOURNING ON THE LOSS OF MYSELF, MY ONLY TRUE FRIEND. I SEARCHED IN THE TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY CHEEKS,
I WAS NOT THERE.
I OPENED MY CHEST, UNSHEATHED MY HEART,
THERE I FOUND MYSELF, CAGED BEHIND THE RIBS. BURIED, MY HEART AS MY TOMBSTONE. I PULLED MYSELF OUT. WIPED THE BLOOD OOZING FROM THE SCARS TIME GAVE ME. WE KISSED AND EMBRACED EACH OTHER AS THE COMPANIONS PARTED AGES AGO, AND THEN TO SHIELD ME FROM THE CRUELTY OF THE WORLD I SHROUDED AND BURIED MYSELF
IN MY HEART,
CAGED BEHIND THE RIBS.
© Shafat_Ibne_Ali
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