It was a rainy midnight
Like any other June day
With a coffee mug on the left
And nothing in the right
It was the 20th, that day.
I saw myself in the mirror
Those green eyes had lost color
Tired and hollow
Yet so dense;
Holding up tight
Everything that came along.
Hidden away
Pushed behind thoughts
Ignorance became a weapon
And life became a fight.
Sleeping was easy
Yet I was on the bed with eyes wide,
Open like a book
With no letters to describe.
What I was?
Who I was?
Or was I just a piece of my own imagination?
A piece to a puzzle?
Or a friend
To help bring back the light
To those lost green eyes.
~Parth Apte.
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