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Questions wander In A Stranger's Mine

Poetry By: storiestotell
Poetry



Questions we all ask ourselves from time to time, but some can't answer them.


Submitted:Jul 10, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


My past is the ambiance

I breathe,

forever tattooed in the design

of momeries.

The wind carries unwanted whispers

while I journey through

the mazes of my mind.

Have I a made a mark in this world?

DoI have a purpose?

Why am I here?

Questions are like animations

dancing in rhythmical steps.

My present is my heart

crying to all the mistakes in an

uncomplete life.

Fragile teardrops has no answers

written within.

The inner me travels to

self- discovery and get tangled in a web of...

Where do I belong?

Have I been an influence?

Would I be missed if I left?

Questions are laughter reechoing

in the distance.

My future is vivid images

evoking before my eyes.

I wander inside myself

while I get lost in the emptiness.

The world is bleak as I

fumble around in the shadows

of my psyche.

Emotions are figures watching me

through the twilight zone

of my life.

Refrigerated by fear I realize one

question lingers in the air

leaving me paralyzed at

my reality.

Who am I?





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