PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

all this time that I’ve been aware of

magical tales of truth and dare

of lame fantasies and fatiguing dreams

satisfying as it may seem

yet all the more disheartening



I used to take pleasure

off what I see in the mirror

a blooming semblance of yesteryears

satisfying feeling of subliminal self

only to be gobbled up after a while  

to see the difference between today and yesterday



as I stare at the image before me

I couldn’t help but mind the wilting reality

suddenly so afraid of present ambiguities  

that has become my instant company

like a withering leaf falling into the dirt

feeling alone, braving the storm



my only amour propre in coming this far

are the turnout of what I have become  

my anatomy may have changed this much

but the bestowal and experiences I have had

together those that I have abetted

are clear indications of my worthwhile days

spent in meaningful ways