Who is this my second
That dwells in my shadow
That dwells in my echoes
That wanders when I sleep
Am I my second
Or my second is me?
Do I have a double
Or a prototype of me?
Repeating my every move
Or going even further
Who is this voice that whispers to me
Especially in uncertainties
When indecision stares me in the face.
(Thursday,26/11/2023,12.10am)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound piece.....thanks for sharing...