I sit here
And look at the screen
And wonder who I am?
Am I the sum of my parents?
My family
The some of my friends
My work –
Who am I – what do I feel
I wait – but no answers come
Silence – nothing inside
Its weird – usually I can feel
I put pen to paper and
It’s all about the emotion
That moment,
Before the first tears
Before the last breath
So here I sit
Searching though the emotions
Ones I can fake
Push them to the side
Crawl from under the simulations
Head bowed I sigh
I wish I could tell you who I am
What I am thinking
What I am feeling
But nothing comes forth –
I’m extinct inside
I could lie – give pretty prose
Write a sonnet of beautiful lies
But I give you this
Unknown
I am Unknown
I feel unknown
My thoughts
Well there’s caught up in the riddle of
Who am I?
Author notes
this is a contest poem -- just a radom sampling of the weirdness that is my brain today
A contest entry
- i'm not asleep, only dreaming with my eyes closed. by flight.
500 points, ended October 6, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i think you could've been more creative.
though you did give me the mood you were going for
i just kind of thought:blaaa through the whole thing.
but thanks for entering.
peace to all ~flight -
I know you.
I know what it is like to be dead inside. Not care or not feel. To think the whole world has made it's bed and now it must lie in it. I get this piece all too well but recently have started to feel something, needs and wants yet be they not sated I still continue to live. It is not evil, it just is.
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