I'm doing a paper in Creative Writing (introduction) this semester. I had to do my first writing prompt, a poem, in the third person. No "I" or from my own viewpoint. So... I've bravely submitted it. I thought that some of you may like to read it also.
“The
Mimic”
The day
begins with light,
The warmth
blooming on their skin,
And they
feel happy,
The realm
within them is right, just right.
Smiling at
those passing by,
Laughing
over shared intimate stories,
Warm
takeaway coffee in their hand,
The sounds
chaotic and strident in the street.
They feel
almost euphoric,
The world
around them is buoyant and continuous,
The promise
of more good days ahead,
The light
in them brighter.
But there
is a blackened shadow, looming
Behind
their person,
Mimicking
their every move,
With a
certain sense of irony and mockery.
Later,
night falls with a hush,
Deep in
slumber, their fragile sleep punctured
By
splintered imagery flicking past like a slideshow,
The shadow
lifts a black hand
To caress
their sleep-flushed cheek,
It murmurs
raspy whispers
Threading
through the blood like a cold mist;
I am always here.
- Dallas Sword
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