I Am Seeing The Movie

dawn, alone, i sit in one of the corners
it is empty, and there is silence creeping all over the walls
like some millipedes,
stare has become mossy,
and eyes opening like a crack of light on the wall
around me,
sleep has become a word too elusive
for my understanding,
i close my eyes only to become a river,
waiting to enter into the mouth of the sea,
i wait, only to see the unfolding of the movie
of my life

i am the villain and soon the hero
shall take the sword and kill me and they all
those who wait for the ending love the suspense
the thrill and like much the musical score
and the flow of the story

perhaps, it is only me who did not like it
and so i stopped it.

who likes a villain to be the victor at the end?
surely, they wouldn't.

but i am the maker of the film
and i decide how it shall end.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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