I Can't Recall - Poem by Orlando Belo
When I opened my eyes after being asleep for many days,
nothing appeared clear, everything was a haze.
They told me things would become clearer in no time at all,
and then even my memory I would recall.
When I was in the sleeping world, it was as if I was dead,
I had no thoughts in my mind, or memories in my head.
No erotic imaginings, or frightening horrific dreams,
no feelings of life, or ever being.
But now I'm awake, where have I been for all these days,
and what caused me to miss out in so many ways?
Why can't I remember who I am and why I'm lying here?
I've no memory of my family, and feel no pain, or fear.
I'm told that I was found in my car at the bottom of a river,
and I was rescued and revived by an anonymous life giver.
No one knows who rescued me and brought my life back,
but they say a white cloud appeared from out of the black.
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