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Well, this is another poem by me (Long time no journal entry eh? XD). It's called "Who Am I?", kind of a reflective poem to myself.
I walk into the room I know so well, I see no one who has secrets to tell, I am alone in my own little shell. I hear nothing but the sound of silent serenity. But is it the way my life will be?
I know I am the master of my life, I see that my life has been full of strife, But yet I know not why. I see the bed, The bed with the cover of crimson red. Off to rest, Off to sleep, And it shall be mine to keep.
Before I fade to black, I see I can not turn my back. I open my eyes, I quickly rise, And stare.
The desk before me, The papers scattered, Some dreams shattered... I read the papers before me, The papers with my thoughts, They stare back at me, Somewhat teasing, And somewhat frightening...
I throw the papers back, I am not those words, I am myself! Or am I? Do I know who I am?
I hear nothing but my breathing, The T.V. is off, The familiar hum of the computer, It lies dormant. I see I have to fix this, I know I can not run away...
I am not those words... I am...Actually... Who am I? I know I am human, I know I make mistakes, But deep down... Who am I?
I see the crimson red cover on my bed, And I know, I must sleep. For maybe with time, Things will turn out fine.
Off to rest, Off to sleep, For my sleep, I know is the one thing, I can always keep.
Djv9013 · Tue Jan 08, 2008 @ 02:53am · 2 Comments |
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