Imago

Another poem

Imago

Another long lonely night

Bleeds into early day.
Friday’s rolled around again,
Still he sits alone
In this empty space.

He looks for somewhere

To hang his head,
Lost deep within
His own creation.
He’s left to wander
Along the tattered seams
Of his mind.

Knowing the fear

Of his emotions,
Drowning in the crest
Of their wave,
He rises and stands,
Broken and shattered,
Upon the river of dreams.

Slowly he tries to awaken,

He opens his eyes and waits.
Fully aware but not yet awake
He finds himself in a world,
He cannot understand.

Trapped within this mirrored prison

Of silent screams.
He tries to deny who he is,
For fear of what he may become,
As the monster within arises.

Full of defiance he stands,

To face his enemies head on.
Staring into the mirror,
He welcomes his adversary
And draws the weapon from his side.

Face to face with his own reflection,

He tries to cut out the bad ,
And leave the good.
Searching for perfection,
Aching for acceptance,
He dissects himself. 

The bitter pain of memory,

Cleanses his unsatisfactory flesh.
The truth is an ugly thing
So hard to ignore,
Yet still he tries
As he fills himself
With deception
 
Before him now rises
his creation.
A new life born of old.
Lost and forgotten the spoils,
Of this conflict lap at his feet.
As he stands transfixed
like Narcissus.

Battle over he has

mastered his emotion
And become controller
of his fate.
He now faces his reflection
to chase away the beast.
Recoiling the monster ejects a cry
Before retreating once more.

The alarming wail

of the departing creature,
Slowly brings him to his senses.
This empty place
can hold him no longer,
He hangs his head
And closes his eyes,
To wake to another day.