Real
I question my own existence
Weaned from the breast milk
of doubt.
Blinded by the sunshine
of my insecurities, I stumble
Helplessly,
I ask for proof
A universal sign of my significance
Am I real?
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2012
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