Skip to content

What am I doing

With all this?
What an ego.
Will I cease to exist
Without my words?
Without the reflection
Of myself I hold safe
In the thought
That you care.

Look at me,
Don’t look at me.
Better that I go
Look for myself.

I hope it doesn’t take too long.

Published inPoetryPoetry - prose

Be First to Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.