Andrew John Poet Free verse

Oh Thing

My eyes seem to be yours.
Whom do I see?
Old. Stooped.
Is this a looking-glass?
Or am I in a dream,
where I believe
that I am I
and you are you?

Then who are you,
oh thing?
What are you gazing at,
oh thing?
You stoop to leer,
peer at my eyes,
ogle my parts.
You know, you know,
oh thing,
and mock!

So am I to wake,
and feel the weight of memory of this,
taste it, smell it, but be rid of it?
Or must I remain
in this mocking world,
feeling kilo on kilo of me,
oh me,
oh thing?


(April 2022)

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Connie Marcum Wong April 12, 2022 at 2:51 PM This poem enters into the modern world of poetry for me Andrew. A deep reflective view into self awareness. Wonderfully expressed in your amazing poem. Blessings, Aloha, Connie

Constance La France April 10, 2022 at 7:24 AM Andrew, absolutely amazing write ~Constance