I was a reverie.

You always think I am.

I am selfishly alone in my thoughts,

I always left you.

Lost and confused.

 

In my world I am the king.

I am the first smile of spring.

Power is for me to gain,

It’s worth every pain.

 

Your aesthete character left me in awe,

I know you tried to drag me back now,

To the reality that I wasn’t part of,

You’re rain, I am the aftermath of it all.

 

I live and die here,

I exist even then, just exist.

My colostomy is not an operational mistake,

Its part of me, It’s me.

 

I am never accepted here,

I am no king.

I’m a peasant, not something pleasant.

I’m a mistake of life.

 

My pills, potassium intakes and health monitoring,

Is not worthy at all.

I just wish to be lost, out of space.

Probably, I can restart my race.

 

I was a reverie.

You always think I am.

I am selfishly alone in my thoughts,

I always left you.

Lost and confused.

 

I’m sorry for all the unexplained reasons,

The changing seasons of me.

I scream and shout and smile back again.

It wasn’t me; it was my disease, It’s part of me.

I was always left.

Lost and confused too.

 

Text Prompt

Write a poem about an experience, but from the perspective of another. For example you could write a poem about your wedding from the experience of your spouse, or you could write a poem about an argument with a stranger from the perspective of the stranger.

 

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