A Hushed Definition Of Who I Am Poem by Chester Maynes

More than a knife cutting me to several pieces
Chopping, grinding, and burning on a blazing fire
I am unattached when I cannot seem to tell
In the open honesty I am still in my own private box

When I am quiet, I am depressing
I am looping with glitches on wrecking rails
Don’t know when to stop without patting myself
At times of this difficult mistake I am nonchalant

I am a man of nothing, a man nothing but a skin
I kill my confidence when trapped in your disease
Heeding, I made a distance from your presence
I cannot retire from a parody of loneliness

You read me like an easy book
Much to my words I am printed with many chapters
Between the pages of my life are covered hinges
A hushed definition of who I am


(written on April 26,2008 Marikina City Philippines)