Me, Myself, and I

Poetic Piece

Pseudonym: SouLve’ B.A.

I stand…

Naked to my own flesh,

wandering in my own skin.

Life…

has captured me…

taken me hostage
without the chance of negotiation.

Handcuffed…

gun to my temple…

screams raining out in silence
as I stand comatose.

Unable to function,
even though my mental
is on high alert.

What do I do?

How do I do it?

Who can help me?

I write every question
with a different answer
in my mental…

Yet…

my body is unable
to put any of them
into motion.

I’m out of service.

Well…

Body out of order.

Unidentifiable
to those who once knew me.

Unresponsive
to those who request my vocalness.

Unreliable
to those who once depended
upon my abilities.

I’m comatose
to the world…

Dazed confusion stalks me,
worse than a panther
stalking its next prey.

I’m stuck
on the outskirts of life
with no way of getting out.

No one to call for help…

No way to motion
for rescue.

Yet…

I stand…

with a reflection of myself
looking at me in disgust…

looking at me
with so much shame.

No feeling…

No emotion…

No warm embrace…

I HATE YOU…

is all I see
as it stares through me
like I don’t even exist.

As if knowing
that it is MY reflection…

sickens it…

My twin…

My true half…

My matching pair…

My only competition
when I dare to compete
for my will.

A reflection
in my Mirror…

is only the image
of a woman
struggling within
her inner world.