Beneath the seas
Hid the sun his beaming face
The lonely walker stood there
To answer the faceless question.
“Who are you? ”
Resounded the late evening.
‘It’s me’, his self responded
‘Which me? ’ came the shot.
The solitaire looked within.
He thought of his name,
He’s about to name his person
A flash of thought made him numb
Strange! Even his name,
Felt meaningless resonance.
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Awesome work. Great sentiments with nice style. Great write indeed. I rate it 10. TFS. Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2