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The Mystical Pishogue #2

I am fierce

I am wild

I am an emblem of self-implied exile.

 

I am aggressive

I am saucy

I am an insignia of selfishly haughty.

 

I am bold

I am vain

I am an image of disdain.

 

I am dominant

I am arrogant

I am yet, a metaphor of a self-loathing Samaritan.

 

I am malicious

I am viciously uncompassionate

I am of all these, a conglomerate.

 

I am I

I am what I am

A phony fable in a flesh.

 

I am I

I am what I am

A conceited allegory in oneself.

 

Her another shade of mystery here: The Mystical Pishogue.

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The Mystical Pishogue.

I am meek

I am mild.

I am an emblem of docile.

 

I am innocent

I am polite.

I am an insignia of comply.

 

I am submissive

I am conceding.

I am an image of yielding.

 

I am sweet

I am honest.

I am a metaphor of a lonely forest.

 

I am kind

I am tolerant.

I am of all these, a conglomerate.

 

I am I.

I am what I am.

A fable in a flesh.

 

I am I.

I am what I am.

A conceited allegory in oneself.

 

Fact or Fable

Deep memories submerged within,

Sweet, sad, happy and a little evil.

Time elapsed, and I kept treading,

Only to have thought, that someday

I will lose every inch of it.

 

But today, despite the tiresome days and nights,

A mere thought, a small talk,

Even the tiniest prospect of the past,

Passes a solid sensation onto me,

Shaking me to the core,

Sending shivers down my spine,

Making everything of the past, again mine.

 

How does it happen?

What is that feeling?

Why does it not go?

What would it take to go?

 

I am tired of this notion,

Constantly restricting all my gesticulation.

What is that feeling?

I am yet not certain.

 

I keep asking myself

Was the feeling ever true?

Or could it have been a delusion?

Or part of it fact and a part fable?

 

I have no answers,

As usual,

But for certain,

I have all the questions.