patiglacz

see me as i am

look at me and my smile

and like a magical vile, 

if you look away 

and see me as another display

do I disappear?

like some lost poem of Shakespeare?

 

turn around and see me clear 

do I slowly start to appear?

or am I as lost, 

as last years fallen frost

So do I even exist

or am I to be dismissed?

 

see me as I am

not a holy Abraham

not what I never was

or what I have lost

not a poet Browning

but maybe someone drowning

 

because in the end what are we but ‘matter’

finding a way to all be flatter