I am not real
though you may think so.
Don’t be fooled.
I never was.
A semblance of humanity,
reflections evanescing,
I have no soul.
I am of myself and can only ever be so.
If I had a name I lost it long ago.
But sometimes,
In the half-light,
I forget, and dream
of possibilities.
Then waking, beg forgiveness.
I really like this poem! And I very much like the rest of your new poems! Keep on writing! It means something to people! U.
Interesting... yours always are though. Well executed! HG: -) xx
Shel, are you living in my head? It's a dark place indeed and you penned it with skilful precision. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who am I? You pen your paradox with economy and an intuitive awareness that shares what is not necessarily obvious. I like your style very much. Your poetry intrigues. I agree with Ulrike. Good to have found you. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥