Who am I?
I don't know
I don't recognize my face
A stranger in my place
Why do I cry?
What thoughts are mine?
Soulless?
Monster?
Lost and buried in the rubble of chaos
Do I even exist?
I don't know
Nothing tethers me to this realm
I have no bearings
Nothing to say I am
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
