Aug 2020
I have spent my entire life
Thinking myself to be someone
Yet, I am someone else
Within that pretense of life
I see some falsity, and many know what I see
As they see it themselves, in all its entirety
Like a ocean emptied out by nightfall
On the shore, where it covers all of it
The shells, mollusks, scales, grey bits of leaves
As a sudden wallowing mire screams from the tempest
Formed underneath the debris of wet sand and waters
Eternity washes away like a footprint
Much like a star wiped out by a black hole
With every passing hour of time
And with its passage, I lose some face
My friends turn to enemies, I wonder about my fate
As I curse myself for this false face
I have put up my entire life, much like still water
Thinking myself to be someone
Yet, I am someone else
Within that pretense of life
I see some falsity, and many know what I see
As they see it themselves, in all its entirety
Like a ocean emptied out by nightfall
On the shore, where it covers all of it
The shells, mollusks, scales, grey bits of leaves
As a sudden wallowing mire screams from the tempest
Formed underneath the debris of wet sand and waters
Eternity washes away like a footprint
Much like a star wiped out by a black hole
With every passing hour of time
And with its passage, I lose some face
My friends turn to enemies, I wonder about my fate
As I curse myself for this false face
I have put up my entire life, much like still water
This poem for myself as well as others. But, more for the people who love poetry and cannot live without it. Also, those who want to love poetry and need someone to relate to. I do not mean I am a good poet. But, I believe in poetry, and I hope that feeling resonates with my respected readers and new audience.
