Untitled Sestina
Michael Silverstri
Awake, I crawl to the wash room.
I look in the mirror, but I’m not what I see.
I only see a monster, full of hatred and pain.
But I blink, and my face appears, seemingly happy.
Moving on, the monster is inside me, waiting to spring free.
He will take me over, I will be consumed, pure hatred.
He gives me thoughts of pure evil, malicious hatred.
Then I think back to the mirror, being in the wash room.
How I was the monster, but my face became free.
No one else can see my pain. No one but me really can see.
I long to break out, to soar the sky and be free.
Then the evil truth reveals itself, then I spiral back into pain.
I try to break free, I scream to rid of the pain.
The monster laughs, ‘No, you will give in to the hatred.’
The love that I knew is dying, is there nothing I can do to be happy?
But then I am along, the monster inside with me in the empty room.
The same mirror faces me. Me! I am all I can see!
Then the monster appears. He rests his hand on my shoulder. ‘Never Free.’
Lies! Leave me be! I scream, ‘I only wish to be free!’
The monster laughs again. ‘You know nothing but pain.’
Then he disappears, now, the room is empty. I am all I see.
Now I do not feel hatred towards the world, but me. Nothing but hatred.
I look around, I must find a way to leave this room.
Help me, someone. I just want to be free and happy.
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