Paradoxia Poem by Robert Matkovic

Please someone stab me in the chest
but do not wound my flesh

Eat my soul, make me cry
It's never been so hard to die

I wish not to jump off a bridge
Or to bleed and have no life

Where does life reside
And what are the makings of it?

What is this inside of me
That wishes to be free
Must I set sail through
Storms and fall to the bottom of the sea?

How can I find what I do not search for?
But how do I search for the non searcher?

What is this paradox inside of me?
There is two that dwell, two that live.
But which of the two, is the one that's me?