Existence Poem by Estefano Molina

Existence



I don't know what I want anymore
I don't know what I need
I write to make thoughts vivid
Never works
My dreams have been taken
My memories corrupted
I have lost all sense of myself
There is no me
I'm just a vessel
I carry these organs
and these gallons of blood
I breath
I eat and sleep
I talk and walk
But It's not me
I'm not here
I do not exist

Monday, April 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: existence
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