The Painting

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His eyes shimmer,

Brighter than the rays of the morning sun,

Beneath that shine lay the ghost of twilight,

His face pales in comparison.

His body hangs limp,

Mirroring the dark brooding mood that lays etched on his face,

His skin shielded by black and greys,

But his eyes still shimmer,

The sparkle with the beauty of moonlight…

 

His body glows,

Each crevice of his body radiates warmth,

The smile frozen on his face, like sunlight

Is a beacon of hope,

It would make you think of happier times.

But its in stark contrast to the darkness in his eyes,

They lack emotion,

They have long since lost their shimmer,

Yet somehow his body still glows….

 

Shoulders hang limp,

His eyes grow weary and heavy,

He dreams,

Dreams of what could have been,

‘The life he could have had,

But would never have,

His heart is weary,

His soul feels trapped…

 

He Moves with the wind,

His smile is bright,

His heart is carefree and light,

Bearing not a single burden in this world,

His spirit takes flight,

He is at peace,

He is free…

 

With thoughts heavy laden,

He begins to question his existence,

The meaning of life,

His life,

Its insignificant in comparison to…

He stares ant the blade in his hand

Shuts his eyes,

Whispers a prayer…

 

It seems callous to say,

But he doesn’t really care,

Even as the river of blood passes at his feet.

A single courtesy tear falls,

He remains unphased,

Even as the unconscious body falls to his feet…

 

He cries out,

Not because of the pain,

But because he has come to the painful realisation,

He was never wanted,

Never needed,

Never loved.

 

In his eyes there is a ghost of a shimmer,

A reflection of the love he could never have,

Would never have.

A love that was nothing more than an image,

A mere mirage,

Nothing more than a glorified painting.

Comments

  1. UnknownOctober 22, 2020 at 12:51 PM

    The level with which I can relate to your work is so unreal. This is beautiful ❤

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  2. MalaikaNovember 1, 2020 at 5:10 AM

    This is amazing ❤️

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