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(Early Mornings) It is 4:10 AM Here i am, facing you... Haven't showered...haven't brushed...haven't gurgled Too early to look...but, i could not resist seeing This person with disheveled hair Eyes are not too willing to open Avoiding the uncertainty surfacing...slowly but surely Making itself known, this morning so early... An empty shell, is what i could see A looming nonentity... No coffee yet, but, the eyes already speak You don't answer, your looks are so bleak That is how you tell me i am  stubborn But i've been this way since birth...so torn You tell me, i am just in denial In front of you, it is like, i am on trial But, i am just a mortal Maybe we are both tired How can we ever go back to being inspired? Maybe you'd rather shatter into pieces...like i would, I'd carefully gather your shards...would you gather mine, if you could? Now, later, tonight, tomorrow...we always face each other There are days, when i look at you, you make me smile, i feel better! But, most times, i hate the reflections, they make me glare And i so despise the thoughts that ensue...i counter your stare ..... I close my eyes, with a plea, A blink could not erase, the images that i see.. I have never wanted separation And yet, Fate brought me here, in isolation You're my silent pal...my silent witness You say nothing when i become senseless I leave you in the morning I come home from work in the evening And i find you still here... on this wall Welcoming me home...where i just sit, or stall Faint jazzy sounds comfort me A few hours rest...late at night...i sleep...i am free Then, again, the alarm ruins the stillness of the moment Robs the dawn of its precious silence And i rise...to drown anew in despondency...in self pity, Or is this lunacy? All i see is gray...and black Be it dawn...or dusk. If  ever i surrender I'd be swamped with the stark truth, the reflections you offer ...this can't be a facade, ...in front of you, it's just too bad I am U n m a s k e d... ....I am weak, powerless...i crawl Over and over, i struggle not to fall, Over and over, i  look at you... but, just the same..i fall.          (January 22, 2015) Sally Copyright May 2015 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
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(Early Mornings) It is 4:10 AM Here i am, facing you... Haven't showered...haven't brushed...haven't gurgled Too early to look...but, i could not resist seeing This person with disheveled hair Eyes are not too willing to open Avoiding the uncertainty surfacing...slowly but surely Making itself known, this morning so early... An empty shell, is what i could see A looming nonentity... No coffee yet, but, the eyes already speak You don't answer, your looks are so bleak That is how you tell me i am  stubborn But i've been this way since birth...so torn You tell me, i am just in denial In front of you, it is like, i am on trial But, i am just a mortal Maybe we are both tired How can we ever go back to being inspired? Maybe you'd rather shatter into pieces...like i would, I'd carefully gather your shards...would you gather mine, if you could? Now, later, tonight, tomorrow...we always face each other There are days, when i look at you, you make me smile, i feel better! But, most times, i hate the reflections, they make me glare And i so despise the thoughts that ensue...i counter your stare ..... I close my eyes, with a plea, A blink could not erase, the images that i see.. I have never wanted separation And yet, Fate brought me here, in isolation You're my silent pal...my silent witness You say nothing when i become senseless I leave you in the morning I come home from work in the evening And i find you still here... on this wall Welcoming me home...where i just sit, or stall Faint jazzy sounds comfort me A few hours rest...late at night...i sleep...i am free Then, again, the alarm ruins the stillness of the moment Robs the dawn of its precious silence And i rise...to drown anew in despondency...in self pity, Or is this lunacy? All i see is gray...and black Be it dawn...or dusk. If  ever i surrender I'd be swamped with the stark truth, the reflections you offer ...this can't be a facade, ...in front of you, it's just too bad I am U n m a s k e d... ....I am weak, powerless...i crawl Over and over, i struggle not to fall, Over and over, i  look at you... but, just the same..i fall.          (January 22, 2015) Sally Copyright May 2015 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
*** Depressing old notes......no happy endings here...       I heard, and wrote someone else's thoughts... never thought I would find myself in some situations within...***
#self#reflections#pity#uncertainty#lunacy#wall#despondency#nonentity#unmasked
sally-a-bayan
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
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