Stefania Carmen Misaila Poet Free verse

Me, Myself Or I

I’ll be running,
So as not to meet myself again…
I’ll cross the street
To get on the other side
And hide between the trees if necessary,
Just so I won’t see me…
I’ll undress my shadow,
My footsteps, I’ll scrape them over 
The wet grass,
My breath, I’ll feed it to the birds…
Nothing will be left of me
And then I’ll slowly cross over,
On the street where I’ll be lost…
I’ll hide in the crowd
With unfamiliar faces,
And look around hopelessly for me.
And if I’d ever meet me, myself or I
I’ll be ashamed…
For my words will grow cold….

I’ll pass on the other side of my existence…
To avoid this me that I’ve become…


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila

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Poet Destroyer A February 7, 2016 at 10:32 AM STEFANIA, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing you're poetry. LOVE LINDA

Luminita Stoica December 23, 2009 at 2:49 PM Interesant patos trancendental/iz narcisistic/quest for identity in poezia asta, imi place :). The Merries of Cristmases and the Happiest New Year alaturi de cele mai dragi persoane! Luminita