lying down trying to figure out
me and myself
all i have are doubts
stuck in a corner with no help
trying to collect
pieces broken of the past,
to figure out myself
of a known me last
can u sketch me?
a figure in the shade?
can u figure me?
I'm a sketch never made
down and frayed
lost and never found,
though i prayed
hope never made a sound
weeks gone by
with nothing to remember,
can ticking time be a lie
like this onset of cold december?
free yet caged,
moving but still,
feeling yet numb,
is this HIS will?
can u sketch me?
a figure in the shade?
can u figure me?
I'm a sketch never made
in the light i lay
but wander still in the dark,
once bright as a sunny day
searching now for the lost spark
once i knew me
and knew myself,
now there's many me
and i can't find myself
can u sketch me?
even now a figure in the shade?
can u figure me?
i'm a sketch once made
3 comments:
This poem has given a good start to the second era of The FRW Magazine.
It has also emphasized the new feature of using FRW as a personal blog by dealing with a topic like 'break up'.
Welcome to FRW, Ronnie!
I quite liked it...It's the kind of conversation I have with myself often!
heyyy.. thanks guys...
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