Existence.
The ‘I’ is who I am,
But flesh is all you see.
Does my name define me?
Or my cells, can they confine me?
Can these thoughts, these dreams, this rhyming
Be taken by demise, by death?
Death is no demising, take
This verve, this vim, this striving, none will
Pass away, lay dying,
Or by words or fame refining
Ever cage just who I am.
Flesh is all you see, for sure, but
More Exists.
This is soo perfectly true and only in the last line does it become clear exactly what you're saying. This is genius. I love how the first stanza worked out so well visually. -landrey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish I could write like this! You truly have a gift keep it up!