So Surreal Poem by CHARMAINE SIMPSON
So Surreal
There are days when I sit alone and wonder
I ask myself “Just who the hell am I really? ”
There are so many years I seem to of lost
Were my eyes and ears closed?
Was I living in some kind of stupor?
I have searched the outer reaches of my mind
My memories show me not even a trace
My life has to be buried in there somewhere
Doesn’t it?
So much seems so surreal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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