I see, I hear, I feel, nothing.
Yes, nothing.
But --but why?
Am, am, I in in Heaven?
Am I just sleeping? Dreaming numbness?
Am I just dead, without parting,
I'm not moving, am I out of my body?
I don't know, the more I'm here,
The more I forget who I am.
Is this just a passing of my soul?
Will I still remember who I am?
No. I don't think I will.
My soul isn't parting, it is dying.
Yes. Dying,
Dying from inside my body, is this possible?
I don't know.
Why isn't God there for me,
Haven't I done enough for him?
Is he toying with my belief?
Could it be a she? I don't know.
Why?
Why do I feel like utter numbness?
My soul is dying, and I can't do nothing!
Nothing.
Now as my soul dies, let me ask you,
Please, let me ask you a question:
Who am I?
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