POEM

 

Missing Myself…

Missing myself…

Whether I slipped?

Whether I disappeared?

Whether I lost?

Whether I died?

 

Yes, I have slipped.

I am unable to get up!

I don’t like to move, even

It gives me pain.

But I need to gain

 

Yes, I have disappeared.

Looking at where I am!

I am like a maze now.

You can see me from afar.

But feeling less and bore.

 

Yes, I have lost

Where I kept my faith

My palms are white.

They have no secrets now.

But they want to bow.

 

Yes, I have died.

The whole body is paralyzed.

You may refer to it as an object.

My eyes are filled.

But they have already killed

 

Trying to be conscious

But going to be unconscious.

Feeling as obnoxious

While seeing pretentious

Know that all of them are noxious

Finally becoming anxious.