Who am I?
A soulless reflection?
Untethered possession,
floating headless?
Thoughts leak out,
seeking to seep into a mind.
Eyes open,
engage with all open eyes.
I run,
as if frightened,
so I take flight.
Losing self,
is the mission.
Run for your life.
Heightened sense of hedonistic feverish feelings.
This heat grips my attention,
I gripe when its mentioned.
As if such a sensation,
was an unintended feeling.
A nuisance so intrusive,
utterly useless extension.
These words mimic
mere sentiment.
A vague representation,
in place of the eyes in the mirror.
A sight seen only,
when eyes look inward.
©lamarcus12
L