Leave it to my senses
And the darkness of a room,
For I have no reflection
And my eyes refuse to see
The light if day or love
Or memory-so extinguished
Is the lamp that once
Brightened my life with purpose! ...
Myself, so outward changed
That I seem not to maintain
A singular character apart
From all others
Who, separately, take their cue
From placement and environment,
Each by turn but tell me-
Did you expect another me? ...
Another page, another grave
For yesterday's treasured-
The sustaining pursuit
Or a self-made uncertainty
Of a need for growth and be free.
What does it mean-but me
Or you-alive with possibility,
Owning nothing to the past but this?
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Completely wonderful! nothing more is needed to be said to tell anyone how amazing this poem is ~Bella
this poem is very deep and me being so young and unedrstanding what u mean takes reading this to a whole nother level. Love it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a remarkable poem >>>thanx for sharing ;)