tell me who i am,
when i stand unmoving in the face of the wind
because i am not a body
or an animal to be skinned.
tell me who i am
because my soul is breaking, untethered,
and i don't know which part to follow,
these roads are unweathered.
tell me who i am
and whether i should hold a grudge
because i don't know if he did anything to me,
and i can't even judge
TELL ME WHO I AM
when poetry wakes me at first light
and abandons me on lucid nights
tell me who i am
and i'll tell you if i can
tell me who i am
while i keep screaming at these pages
in one of these words
i'll find what has plagued me
please tell me who i am
because it is not fair that
before i know, i grow.
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hope and half mangled poetry
Poesíaˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹poems that ive been writing recently. ◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ 》hope, longing, nostalgia, change, identity, death. 《 blood bled pure: nostalgia is the muse and dredging is the art i hold lost people like trinkets, and parade them in my heart. the past...
