The Forgotten Realm

~Syed Azhaan Ahmad

Every day I go out,

The baleful shards stare at my shadow,

Waiting to show a forgotten realm,

The broken shards carried by the mirror;

Carrying the resent of the forgotten ones.

 

He has long broken, yet unlike me; still in place even when broken apart.

Its shards reflect the different corpses; buried within my shadow.

Each reflection of it shows a different version that could have thrived in flowing river,

 

Its reflection is abstrusely conflicted for a mere mortal to understand; yet feels like a forgotten home waiting for an owner to reclaim.

It gives me the courage of how even the broken things can be aligned in concinnity,

Displayed like broken scars mended with a burning flame radiating like a true solstice.

 

Yet I can't face the creature of the mirror,

Ashamed to face the one I should have loved, cared and nurtured.

No matter how much I run, I can't outrun this creature, sneaking behind me with resentful fists.

I wish I could face him with love and might one day.

AUTHOR NOTE

Syed Azhaan Ahmed is currently pursuing biotechnology from Amity University and resides in Noida. He has a passion for reading and writing poems that explore different human experiences. His poems aim to capture the feelings of people, often using mythological metaphors and imagery.