Treasure Island

Emme Konstantine


What will become of me?
We have so often wondered
But we know so little of our souls

In the mirror, a stranger stares back
Unblinking and scared, petrified
Like a fly caught in a web, we struggle
To identify ourselves beyond our name

Peering in our eyes we see nothing
Just two black holes devoid of life
No past, no present, no path
A reflection of what's inside

We stand still, when everyone's moving on
A motionless body among the crowd
Some go left, some go right
Until we are left alone

When life is at the crossroads,
Questions are without answers
What are truths today are lies tomorrow
And uncertain remains the future.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013
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