Sometimes I wonder who I am,
May be
A lie in the name of existence,
A bubble in the ocean of life,
A bird on the branch set to fly,
A morning star ready to set,
Or a pearl of dew lying on a leaf
Waiting for the sun.
The more I think,
the worst I feel,
The mystery of existence is very deep,
Noone has ever touched that depth,
The candle burns and completes its course
Where is it now?
Its beauty,
Its grandeur,
Its being,
And even its wick,
Everything is ruined.
We drift into enternal sleep and wake up
Into another world.
We are like apparitions
Here are and here are not.
Can anyone tell who we are?
Thank you so much for your comment, this is a very decent poem that i really quite enjoyed. You are as great writer. I have read many of your poems and really truly enjoyed to read them. Read my new poem; 'Human' Nature by me, Arnaldo Ramirez
Unfortunately I can not, but God knows who I am and I am satisfyed with Him. A very heartwarming poem and thanks for the invite. Lynn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The matter of an individual existence, a tiny part of Universe, a deep difficult question to get an answer to the 'mistery of existence' that is the human.As the candle that burns and dissapear you show our mortality as humans.Great question, great poem..Cristina Teodor