I am… do not know who I am.
A fool in the guise of something wise?
A scarecrow in the crowded fields of mind?
A sorcerer with no tools at hand?
A wall of silence?
A shout with no violence?
A born stubborn?
Darkness's haven?
I am… do not know who I am.
A treacherous stab at the back of the hereafter?
A longing for a return to the womb?
A longing for a return to the tomb?
A worse answer to my solitary cancer?
A lone dancer in an ghostly theater?
I am… do not know who I am.
I am….do not know where I am.
The search for identity. A tough one. And for many never ending. Often times it's easier to rule out what we're not before we start taking on who we are. An interesting piece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem about the longing for writing and being more creative like you. Thank you si Driss for this awesome poem.