Thursday, April 19, 2007

Who am I?

The deathlike silence surrounds me
As I remember my mislaid past
Tired and bored is how I feel
Sick and weary is how it seems

Sometimes I don't even know,
When I look in the mirror,
These eyes I don't even recognize,
Glare back at me.

So many thoughts, visions and images
Cogently running through my mind
Familiar faces, and empty places
Far from where I dwell

Nobody really knows the real me
Someday, somehow, someone who cares about me will find me.
If I let them do so.

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