Tag: Person

Erasing the Person—Volition

I rise from the paper that’s home to my figure,
And a new dimension I meet—liberated.
I step away from the drawing to see myself clearer,
I look at myself as I am—eviscerated. ǀ Fine

And I see my world as it is—unaffected
By blindness, by having only those two dimensions.
I now know how to judge my then confusing situation,
And I see all the flaws in my character and decisions.

I thus grab the pencil and accentuate my pale features,
Correct all the flaws in my character—wanting
Improvement and patience, as now I am eager
To better the person I see on the paper.

And by drawing new lines, and by drawing new colour,
By erasing the ones which would hurt those I treasure,
I give form to the person, give life to the figure
That only existed to cry or to smile.

For now, I’ve corrected the person, evolving,
For now, I’ve erased all that mattered in that moment.
I lay back on the paper, resume my existence,
Returning again when that solitude’s needed.

Da Capo al Fine

– Patricia

Erasing the Person

He lay in a puddle of petrified tears,
A look of sheer terror was spread on his face.
He had seen the nightmare, indeed, his worst fears,
He’d looked in the mirror—thus frozen in place.

His mind wandered back to those happier times,
When he was a child with the brightest of minds,
But veils of the present began to appear
And blurry his vision—the memories died.
 
The mirror had shown him a future of void,
A world with no guidance, no presence of mind.
His dreams and the memories would soon all be gone,
Forgetting himself, leaving sanity behind.
 
He’ll only see figures, but none known to him,
The ones he once loved would be shadows—unknown.
They all would be one and the same in his world,
All colours would fade to the beige of the mould.
 
He tried to hold on to his thoughts full of light,
But darkness appeared and began its embrace.
He wanted to fight it, but with weakened soul,
His own features now had become a blurry face.
 
He lay in a puddle of petrified tears,
With a distant gaze in his now blinded eyes;
The veil of oblivion had covered his mind,
He had met with the sickness which brought his soul’s demise.

– Patricia