Hi there! This is a poem I found whilst clearing out my room which I wrote sometime around a year ago I think, and had completely forgotten about. I hope you enjoy it.
Am I blind?
That I cannot see
You, yourself, why
Do you hide yourself from my eyes?
Fingertips explore
A blank canvas, unmarked
By self, no scars, no lines, but secrets –
Who are you?
That hides behind your eyes,
Curtaining your soul from sight;
Your words fall dead to the floor, meaningless;
Your illusion hides in shadows,
Spectre of an idea of a self,
Formed for a moment, dispersed
To the wind.
When
Did you lose yourself so completely to yourself?
That you cease, existing
Only in the unheard spaces between your words.
A Teacup Full of Stories 