Who Are You
Who are you?
You’re reading,
who are you...
this bookish you,
there are no words, just
know that
I miss people..
I slumber and see
only eyelids, the curtain;
wishful, I trade secrets
with the wind, ending
up embarrassed and down,
despairing~
This.. from the mouth of wolves,
I shiver neath’ the tree, and there they lay,
I lay with.. and see only eyelids, heavy as God,
or the burden of knowing- all is nonsense flawed,
Oh you will read nonsense!
but this moment,
is forever for a stranger,
real as a tear, I drop
to knees, and ask:
Who are you?
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2020
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