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Click hereWho are you?
The one who knows
dates and times and
dark contemplations,
who has charted
my transformation,
who discerns
my secret identities?
Why are you here?
I did not see you form
a shadow
behind me, as I face
the light, and
build another new beginning
for myself.
Why have you chosen me?
By chance, or by design?
Are we two halves of one life?
One soul?
Do we share a voice?
Are we friends?
Could you have written this poem?
To question reality ,oneself our place in it is a brave thing to do because the answer can surprise you.
This poem touches a nerve in me and that is what art should do.
And food for thought.
Until I eat you up.
I love you too.
MS
A big 5 from me. Stalker Poetry ... a new/old? genre?? Poetic essay on paranoia? The best laugh of the day? A new favorite.
yea do we walk the fine lines concerning reality. TK U MLJ LV NV