The tenth. Myself.

06/24/2009 at 09:55 (poetry rambles) (, , , )

Myself.
Only possession.
Mine.
Not mine.
Fragile.
At any moment.
Can disappear.

Myself.
In confusion.
Unknowing of itself.
Happy.
Sad.
At peace.
Disturbed.

Myself.
Not special.
Maybe.
That is what this.
Is all about.
Attention.
Acting different.

Myself.
Without a form.
Discontent.
Miserable, perhaps.
Trapped.
By personal chains.
Fake.

Myself.
An author.
Running to this.
Writing.
Web of words.
Sympathizes.
With me.

(written on the 24th of June, 2009)

2 Comments

  1. abrar said,

    This is beautiful, very clear emotional.
    I liked this part:
    Myself.
    Only possession.
    Mine.
    Not mine.
    Fragile.
    At any moment.
    Can disappear :) hope you’re happy

    • Jamie said,

      Thank you for appreciating my ramble. Indeed, I sometimes get caught up in moments of severe distress and emotional anxiety. Writing helps me ponder.
      But for the record, I am happy at present. Especially after your comment. Many thanks!

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