you? or me?
you scare me.
you creep on me, even on a sunny day.
when it gets dark, your steps become uncertain.what are you even afraid of?
you stand silently among the ashes, your face blank.
you blend into the dark as if you're part of it.
you shrink, then you grow. or the other way round.
you're sometimes clear, sometimes vague.what are you afraid of?
i'm afraid of you.
does this make me you?
i laugh like i bleed.
do you laugh? do you bleed?why are you afraid?
i lose myself in the sunlight
while you hide behind my back.
are you afraid of it?
but you're born in the light.are you me? am i you?
what makes you me? what makes me you?who are you?
who am i?you? or me?
YOU ARE READING
youth
Poetrywe grab onto our youth but we never can keep it from slipping away from our fingers.