"Who am I?"
That's a question you ask
And I wonder why
It strikes as confusing to me when it were to come up
Because I know that you should
Know too
"Who are you?"
That's a question you ask
And I laugh it off
As one of your old jokes
But now,
I'm not laughing anymore
"Where am I?"
That's a question you ask
And I sit down to
Pray that
You'll be able to answer these questions yourself
One day
I sigh and
Rest my shoulders to
Tell you step by step
What happened
And it seems as if you understand
And at first,
I believed it
The very next morning,
I wake up
Get ready for the day ahead of me
My hand shaking
My posture tilted as
You tap my shoulder
And say the dreaded words
"Who am I?"
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Nostalgia Feeling
PoetryA collection of poems that delve into how we feel as human beings and why or how it makes us human. Whether this is through the emotions we feel, the events we experience, or everything in between. This poetry album is a great representation of me a...
