Who am I?
A speck o' dust,
Or a ball of fire?
Or some wounded desire,
A faded sky?
Weeping for his gone greys
Or maybe a corpse,
Waiting for the last Sun rays?
Who am I?
A wild breeze,
Or just a disgraceful smell?
Or an orphan with no heart to dwell,
A wrecked ship?
With a drunk sailor,
Or maybe a paper-boat,
Too impatient to drown before the last trailer?
Who am I?
The holy lust?
Or a devil's love?
An inquisitive trust
A flightless dove?
A flawless error,
A comedy Or terror?
Or just a half burnt book,
A slithering snake,
Satan's last hope,
Or God's last play?
An eclipse in a bright day?
Or an immortal who wants to die?
When will I learn to betray?
Who am I?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well this is a fine start to discovering Who you are PG! I believe it takes us a life time or two to finally real I'se our 'I'. We are a complex contradiction. Smiling at you Tai