Who Am I
How can one who lost himself find himself
Every night i have a repeating dream of an empty field
With a sword in one hand and a mask in the other
As i raise the mask to wear the field is no longer empty
Hundreds stand front of me with same two item a sword and a mask
As i pan the area one thing is different the mask
With the sword in my other hand i clutch it and raised it as did they
With no nonresistant i charge towards the mass as they did to me
I slash, stab, slain, and killed all them
Not once did I wonder who they were as i resume killing
Until one remain the field but this was different the clothes and mask were red
As i lunge into an endless bout i grew more exhausted and tired
But the one in red never slowed
Until i stop and look down and notice the sword through my heart
As i fell to my knees i remove my mask looking on the field the men i been fighting
Were Me
I look up to the one in red and who are he lower his mask it ME
The true me and he said
"The one you slain today are you these were you emotion rage, hate, fear happiness, sadness"
and i ask "which one are you"
He respond "I am love for can never know or fell love until you accept who you are for that reason you will never know love"
As my eyes darken
I began to wake and notice a blank mask on my bed and wonder
Which one am I
Copyright © Amado Martinez | Year Posted 2012
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