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 Nov 2019 Pagan Paul
Eleni
I shy away
in clouds of self-reflection
that cast shadows over
human nature's clarity.

Reversing a cocoon
my fragile organs, exposed- hang
To display their veiny
functions and dysfunctions.

Transfixed on a cellular level
I am complicated. I am mechanical.
Repeat routines and manage my capital.
Resistance faces dreams that are radical.

Auto-immune to my own feelings
or thoughts- I reject myself.
And neglect the wonder of
just being alive.
It’s been years
The  memories in the heart fresh
forever cherished and etched
Of the days when we were young responsibilities were less and being a student was fun
Friends always a phone call
Or a few doors away
When the days and evenings were carefree
Breakfast lunch dinner
Not the job to be done
Gone are the days for all
Not just for one
But isn’t that life
Change and Growth
It still shines the same in my hometown
though
And of its fondness
I can never outgrow
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