The Stranger I See (Pt.1) - Poem by Jason Persilver
“What’s wrong with me”, I often ask
As I look at the stranger in the looking glass.
A vessel once full, has now become hollow,
Still watching close by, but refusing to follow.
I thought I knew what would fill it,
I pursued it, I believed it, and I swear I meant it.
But it’s not working and I don’t know why.
So now I build walls that reach into the sky.
What will it take to tear them down?
I fall to my knees and beat my fists on the ground.
I scream and I scream but no one hears a sound.
Because my mind won’t let them out.
God? Are you there? Can you hear my thoughts?
If you can, I plead….please….heal my heart.
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