Last night, the same old dream began
A room with no view
& I've seen that faceless child again
Was it me, or you?
It carried the spirit of twenties, so pale
A fading landscape
Like a memory with one wrong detail
Humming on the tape
& I was so afraid to talk
I don't even know what would he say
Was it me, or was it you?
In a different life, finding a different way
I was afraid to look at him
Afraid to know I was designed to fail
& you were finally given a chance
A much better life to inhale
I was so afraid to learn
That it wasn't a dream at all
But a vision of what's to be
Just me... or you... prepared to fall
But maybe it's all I've known so far
A new cut to remind of every old scar
Maybe I've just desired to go wild
Trapped in the image of that faceless child
Maybe I was born to wish not to care
About any war that we declare
& I'm waiting for each flower to get plucked
To learn I was designed to self destruct
Last night came a child I won't forget
Carrying autumn in his soul
Was it me, or you? The child I've met
A picture of a half without a whole
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Author:
NB (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
this is a great write my friend,was it me,or was it you..profound
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This read wrings the heart - a powerful write and so well crafted.
thank you so much :))
The rhythm of this poem was very fitting to the words you chose. I like it a lot!
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it is really beautiful! "carrying autumn in his soul" ~ an ethereal mystical gem!
thank you so much :)))
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