Irene Pang


Uncertainty - Poem by Irene Pang

Sometimes I wonder,
if all we see, hear, smell, or touch is
real.

Because I often feel
so far away from you,
though you are right in front of me;
so cold and icy,
though your arms are wrapped around me;
so insecure and afraid,
though your caresses seek to reassure me.

And I begin to wonder, if I am imagining and
hallucinating things.
That perhaps, you are in truth nothing
but my own creation,
which though relates to my blood,
is nevertheless a total stranger.
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Sometimes I wonder,
if all we see, hear, smell, or touch is
real.
.................................... .......................
Close your eyes.
Absorb in the soothing darkness
and relax.

Now, open your eyes...


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 13, 2008


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