I've asked to my self
over and over again,
Who am I?
Where do i stand?
But the only answer I get is a screeching silence.
I am no someone,
you always wanted to meet.
I am no someone,
you'll ever wanna be.
But I am,
for sure,
the only Me.
My life's no simple,
MY thoughts ain't noble,
My deeds no scared,
yet I hope and wish and pray.
I remain
quiet in the crowd,
but speak to my lonliness.
Enjoy the unsaid words,
over the often exclaimed phrases.
I don't seek the
eternal glory,
nor the brightness of light;
I'm made of bone and muscle,
thus need some bread,
may be with some wine.
This is all
I think I know,
'cause 'About Me' is a question
still left
to be atonned.
that's a very deep question which has a simple answer though...even the question and answer is you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what i felt while reading ur poem was that somehow u knew me and that u were describing me not u.....thats hw close i feel this poem is to me