I know I must be dead
For sure I must dead
I looked into the mirror, and
There was not a face
Am I becoming blind?
Or is it just the end…
No face, no face, no I
No shadow of a self
And yet memories there
But there was not a date
Just images of hollow
Emptiness of my days
Have them all been together
Running and going away?
No face, no face, no shadow
For sure I must be dead…
Luar Yo
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ReplyDeleteHi Raul, your sweet & gentle poems make me wonder what you are thinking. Is there an incomplete thought there. I feel there's more.
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