"unabashedness" poems
Am I really here?
Is this really me?
Is there a real me?
I'm not so sure
For all I know there is no me,
I don't matter any more than a leaf
Falling from a tree in November
Twirling to the ground,
Whether or not anyone is around
To see it fall.
But of course I FEEL
Of course I MATTER to ME
Or at least somewhat
Will this ever come to an end
Will I ever be able to live,
Unafraid, unabashed?
Will there ever be a me worthy
Of unabashedness?
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
I've not only lost reality
I lost the taste of saltiness
the granular sand 'tween my toes feel
the rush of flesh
being peeled back open
sharing throes wetness kisses
unabashedness
track of tracks
where are they going
on into a distance I am stunted frozen
wide eyed stunned
at the fastness it
happened
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC