Someone looks at me,
Asking how does he set free,
From the memories of his past,
Which has made him downcast.
Someone tells me a story,
Of his life, full of worry.
He must have been exhausted,
For the time he spent was wasted.
Someone calls me a friend,
I listen to him till the end.
His stories sink in my heart,
Bullseye likes a dart.
Someone tells me a joke,
I laugh hard until I choke.
Behind his joke was a sorrow,
He buries a wet face on the pillow.
Someone cries hard in front of me.
I know how it feels, I see.
His heart is bleeding inside.
I wish there’s a way to subside.
Someone stares a long time at me.
He’s tired and wants to be free.
He resolves to leave the past’s horror.
That someone is me in the mirror.
About the Creator
M.G. Maderazo
M.G. Maderazo is a Filipino science fiction and fantasy writer. He's also a poet. He authored three fiction books.
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