Frazzled Poem by Ann Lee
Frazzled
I loathe my existence.
Can't stand the picture in the mirror
In my eyes.
My Self in the mirror
In the eyes.
I loathe my presence
Here and now.
And my past future
And my future past.
All lives and livings
Here are together
Beside me
Inside me.
And I wonder
And I secretly know
All vain
All worn out
All pasts.
Loud I quaver
To my inner demons…
What is being after all?
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5/19/2024 10:53:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This remains one of the simplest poems i've read in recent times.a poem is meant to be enjoyed not necessarily studied.the writer did a good job.kudos!