It all becomes a riddle—
tell me who I am-
who I was.
I am uncertain if my existence is a dream.
It wouldn't mean anything if it was.
Am I in pain?
I cannot tell.
Where do I go?
But I cannot go.
Will I ever return to life?
I only feel alive here
but I feel like I'm dead.
Time has stopped.
Time has repeated.
Time has reversed.
Time has depleted.
It's time to go home.
It's time to leave.
It's time to dry.
It's time to eat.
It's time to leave.
It is time to leave this ocean blue.
It is time for me to leave you.
I will return to you.
I will return in something new.
I will return some day, some time.
I will return to you,
ocean blue.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by me lol
شِعرA few years ago I had to write some poems and short stories for a creative writing class so I'm just going to put them here too. I apologize in advance for how bad they are.
