Someones And Noones - Poem by Sandra jacks
I always come back to this place............ where I am?
lost............ yet found,
hopeless yet free,
here but gone,
I am no where to be found around here,
if you ask me who,
I couldn't tell you who because...
well because I do not know who....
who I am that is...or who you are at all,
am I inspired by life or death?
loss or gain?
I always find myself at this place.... where I'm not here at all,
but it is someone completely different...yet the same.
I find myself wondering who I am,
not the normal 'who am I'
..it's more like...what am I...and why am I...that I wonder most,
which pesters me in the night hours...which is found most inconvenient,
I know I have found my self at the same non-place so many times...
Do I choose to be someone I am not?
Not for my own sake but for the sake of many lost,
or do I chose to be someone I was born to be and will always be...if I choose...
or even if I don't choose I will become one or the other...?
Or maybe I'll become no one in a land full of someones who are inevitably...
Or maybe we are some ones thinking we are no ones...hoping we are somethings?
In the mean time I have to make a decision...
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