structure: free verse
I was having my breakfast one day
a usual routine i take
through the woods
through the books
its the habits i do not hesitate
then into my breakfast
the bread was fairly thick
the more i ate
the more it takes
the moisture I have starts to fade
Through the senses
through the reactions
I ran towards a river
into the water i desperately drank
In bid to quench the seemingly thirst
In bid to end the drought i experience
Contented, i rested by its banks
smiling to the owner of it with gratitude
everything was at peace
pure peace I longed to obtain
until a flock of doves flew past
'What's that in the water?'
that screech caught my ears
'sorry, that was my breakfast, it was mightly fine, i'm sorry.'
i replied to that familiar voice.
'You disgusting!'
what i received.
I stayed in silence as I've got nothing else to say
then at the corner of my eye i saw
of my own ears i heard
'You see that?'
'What?' (blurly)
'You can't see?'
'Yea.' (honestly)
'Let me show you in a brighter place'
'Oh.' (boringly)
anyway, the water is still drank.
I never wondered why.
I never needed to question anyway.
I was thrown into shock
of the irony that is so obvious to me.
That voice too, from what i knew, also came to the river
because it didn't had any water to drink
and to quench its thrirst
I guess it expected the water to be clean
I hope it ended up the same way too
I knew it was my fault
my shortcomings
that i cannot keep the river clean
I never knew there was a need to magnify it
I never knew it was right too
but i know its hurting
I knew it is right to warn others about dangers
but i thing i know for sure is that
I'm not sure about the harm and disasters breakfast particles can do
I was sure the latter voice wouldn't mind
I was sure the former did
I was also sure that the former was also drinking
from water not of her own
but of the owner of the river
I was hurt
because that person
who cried disgust
was actually a friend
used to, for a moment
i knew there was no need to
-anon
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