Living or Alive?
No intentions
No emotions
No opinions
Just alive
The carefully crafted oak frame before me encases an image I do not recognise.
Hours. Hours observing the human looking out. Unmistakably mimicking my every move.
I tug at the hair which is apparently mine. The sharp pain shooting from my scalp momentarily provides alleviation from the constant dull buzz.
I place my trembling hand on my pale chest, as endless eyes gaze back at me in the mirror.
A distant drum answers my silent question.
(2013)
More a general piece of creative writing than a poem but I thought I'd share it anyway.
