Poetry

Irregular

Written by Jacob Ibrag

He woke up feeling irregular, like a part of him he

so desperately held onto for so long went up and left

when he was at his least conscious. Washing his skin

in the bathroom sink, he tilted his face towards the

mirror and confirmed what he was feeling. The kid he

once was got tired of witnessing the unhinged cruelty

that stemmed from the rotten few souls that made it

their mission to terrorize everyone and everything.

The kid he once was understood that without inner

sacrifice, the world would continue to bleed crimson

red until there was no one left. The kid had to cease, so

the man could be released. He walked to the silent river

that day, and promised to fight for every kid that just

wanted to play. ‘R.I.P to who I used to be.’


Photographer Unknown

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4 comments on “Irregular

  1. “The kid had to cease, so the man could be released.” Yes. Perfectly put.

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