BXS : A spoken word
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Yet, the west of me cries
Its June 18' and I'm stuck
Rust colored box with the walls closing in
A crux, to my existence
Blank shapes seeping darker than my melanin
The bell tolls - earsplitting
Shattering and dragging away the unwilling silence
Now like its creatine that Ive injected, resurrected - pristine
I stand
A messiah
As the distance becomes smaller I'm forced to acknowledge my company
Once again
Face to face in this gradually confining space, there
He stands -
My biggest enemy
The man in the mirror
Towering and unyielding
Uncharacteristically forbearing
Draped in velvet arrogance donning a helm of pride
Abhorring - menacingly imploring
My surrender
As the walls inch closer still
time waits for no man
there shall be space for just one
Alas, today is atonement
The second coming, and the mirage is undone
He is shattered and stained
In as much pain
As I had hoped
It must be now, it must be here
I reach out and wrench the most jagged edge
A crimson welcome awaits as my neck tingles
One swift motion and silver slides on skin
Finally?
As land expands
Sand beneath my feet
There I stand -
The man in the mirror
Pen in one hand and sword in the other
My legacy dries as I put this pen to paper
- Muneeb Naeem
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