The Main Character

Solitary stands the figure in the room before me. Judgment cast, contempt within its wandering eyes. Chastened by the sight of me: my grim complexion, my skin weathered and worn. Its face contorts uneasily. It holds no reservations, nor any such concessions. It Hates.

So Unforgiving is the hatred born of failures made by those before them, who helped them see the way they see, those who had once stood where they now stand. And Unfair is time, (the cheat) that steals, and serves a consistent reminder of what once was and is no longer.

But, Unkind is the soul. That mocks with such ease, as it berates and demeans. That rejects any notion of compassion or of love. It is entirely cruel.

Eyes allow to see the soul as it truly is. Hatred wanes in favour of despair, as crystalline tears cloud my vision. I feel as though I wish I could console. Unfortunately I know not how to feel. I am but their reflection.