I am not here,
I am not me.
I cannot speak,
I cannot see.
It does not hurt,
There is no pain.
I have no skin
To feel the rain.
But when you see me
I appear,
All at once
Becoming clear.
You give me form,
You fill my soul,
Chaotic Knight,
You make me whole.
So now my eyes
Are bright and new,
Every shy glance
Full of you.
And though I know
Each stab of pain,
Oh what a joy
To feel the rain.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2025 04:13
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Comments1
A clever poem in short cadence and good rhyme that uses the reintroduction of a beginning element at the end to give more power and strength to the meaning. Lovely
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