It’s without you
I don’t remember where it began.
Confused if I even read the plan.
I've ripped and torn my mind apart,
looking for where my “I” starts.
I can remember the travel, the trip,
but the start gives my review the slip.
The arrival fresh on my minds thought,
emptiness on the start is all I've got.
I don’t remember how many or how long,
these trips something did go wrong.
Where my “I” starts is hidden from me.
This mind of mine needs to let me see.
I was once told beside myself, I'd find my “I”.
I turned in circles and “I” kept walking by.
Then it was “me” suggesting “I” was fake.
My mind these secrets it would not break.
Where is my “I’s” start, please inform me,
my mind needs to allow my review to see.
Until the answers arise in my minds review,
“Me, Myself, and”, the “I”, it’s without you.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How many lives have you lived over your existence. Remembering the trip but not it's beginning eats at ones mind. Where does your "I" start?
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Comments3
This has to be my today's best read! loved it
A clever use of language to illustrate the different aspects of the individual. Nicely worded it is thought provoking. Loved it
Love it
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