Is he my skin?
Is he my eyes?
My several faces,
or my sole disguise?
Is he my anger?
Is he my pity?
Is he unique,
a single entity?
Is he my mirth?
Is he my fall?
From the outside,
Is he my wall?
Is he a loner?
Is he my friends?
Is he my ambitions?
My means, my ends?
Is he my beginning?
Is he my fate?
A randomly chosen
personality trait?
Of people I meet,
Is he a blend?
And when I'm gone,
is he my end?
And every morning,
I stare at the mirror.
Is he really me?
Am I truly him?
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
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4 comments:
Excellent!
loved the end!
Hey dat was a really cool one!! Whatsup??!! :)
overlaid with dark, enigmatic intensity...a work of powerful words and expressions! *enormously impressed*:)
the best part of it is the sheer simplicity, as innocent as a child making spit bubbles.
makes you smile with wonderment as well...
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