I am here

 

 

Unperceivable existence
Scintillating persistence
While I live I don't exist
But when I die I existed
What others & I perceive
As me is not who I can be
Or who I was to them or me
May it so be that the only
Truly loved One should be

 

The faceless stranger

 

that never arrived

 

from the silence

 

We come from

 

to this external existence


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-29 at 13:32

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting piece about perceptions. Do those closest to us really know who we are? I think we are are unknowable really.
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