I may not answer every question,
Neither every obvious asking for explanations,
Or every exclamation of yours!
I may seem cold and bold,
Ornamented with fake gold,
With nothing on hold
But an ambiguous definition,
An undecoded equation,
Or just a disruptive fold .
I believe some questions better kept open
And some answers better not written down;
Some investigations are worth what we did,
And that answers are not always what we need .
You know that i have a lot of things untold.
It must frustrate you,
Threaten your unbuilt castle of pride,
Revive a troop of meaningless sounds,
Enrich your unbeatable storm of doubts,
And rage the waves of your limitless ocean of thoughts.
But this is me!
And if you naked me from my priceless accessories,
And took away my wealthiest possessions,
booked through my everlasting memories,
And read my already done papers,
My most private words,
And my most specific experiences!
Who would you be, then?
A pocket stealer?
Or,
A part of me?
Or,
An undetachable feeler?
And if you had them all,
Who would i be,
To me?
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Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
