I am nothing
I am alive, but dead
I am poor, but rich
Dead, alive, rich, poor
I am endless of course.
Maybe I have reached my end
Maybe I have already stopped
Stop, go, go, stop
I am stopping, I am going
I am everything, I am nothing
What am I or am I not?
I am Britain, I am France, I am Mexico
I'm Canada, I am Egypt, I am China
Yet I live in one place
One house, one body, one mind
The bells ring out and they announce
They tell me who I am, but I am not
But what do I want
What am I or am I not?
I am the cards that tell the truth
I am the cancer in your lungs
I am Jesus, I am Lucifer
And yes I contradict of course
Jeanie Tew I call upon you, What do I do, what do I do?
She says nothing, I do nothing
Nothing will always be the answer
A cold blank nothing
And then death, a sweet warm death
And it is coming sooner than you now
But what am I or am I not?
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Author:
Si Bjerke (Pseudonym) (
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This poem voices confusion as to who one is. It gives many possibilities and leaves the reader guessing. Nicely done
A powerful poem. Your poem grapples with existential themes, exploring identity, duality, and the human condition. It confronts the paradoxes of life, such as being alive yet feeling dead, and the contrast between wealth and poverty. The repeated questioning of "What am I or am I not?" underscores an intense search for self-identity and meaning amidst contradictions.
Only a certain kind of writing can convey the pain you see in movies, the voice you hear in song. and the full picture of a painting that must've taken hours, in words. And that's what this is. words that make you feel, hear, and see something so much bigger then yourself.
Thank you very much.
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