useless

Coma


One day I disappeared.
Woke up in the morning
Finding myself non-existent.
The other side of the mirror
Still  has my fingerprints.
8 o’clock.  Sunrise. My messy bedroom.
I see a woman enter the room with a child.
Should I beat against the glass,
Try make them see me?
Useless idea. Just like myself.
Now my fingerprints are gone,
The lady wiped them off the mirror.
No more trace of me.
They were leaving. The child looked in my direction
And waved goodbye.
My last goodbye.
The end unexpectedly crawled up
And winked at me as I stood there
Suffocating  from the perplexity
Which has emerged  from myself.
Memories are being erased,
My brain is an old memory drive.
The system has crashed.
Mirrors have turned blue.
I cannot see you anymore.
No more rain drops at the windows,
Snowflakes  on the hair…
This is it.
Pull the plug.
I can’t  take this anymore.
Please.

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Pixels


I am a leafless tree.

Green is fading to grey with every day

That turns into minutes

And seconds;

Time is picking up speed and taking off.

I can’t follow,

I am busy counting numbers and pixels.

Absorbed by the monotonous sounds

I don’t raise my head towards the other pair of eyes;

It’s not looking at me anymore.

I see shades of blue directed elsewhere.

Longing for the past,

Reminiscing of the lost,

Of the useless.

The dreary air is crawling into the lungs

And greying me out.

I am pixelating.

Now you can’t tell me from the pixels

That I was so busy counting.