No more copies
The originals will do
Loose leaf individuals
And a carbon or two....
I am the source
Of all that happens to me
am I? or do I?
Just bear the happening...
A bit unusual
Obscure, in a way
That belongs to no one
Save the entire population., , ,
I am a human being-
without pigmentation
Absorbing all rays
Or else while the chaste
Reflecting all shades...
Mostly, I am present
When I seem to be
Nothing more than a figure
Behind closed doors...
Overdrawn on art and poetry
What price haven't I paid?
All but the currency
Of a sacrifice mislaid...
Back to the living
Dying wouldn't stick
Though I longed for it ardently
Like any other masochist...
Who cannot stand to be
Less than immortal
At all times, partially,
A short coming is fatal...
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Great poem! Your structure and wording made it very pleasing to ready. Two thumbs up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There can never be an overdraft on poetry...just a neverending sacrificial piece of sanity!