"Who Am I?"A poem from March of 2009

Another poem I wrote back in 2009, for performance pay, please remember to click on the link below.

This poem is about a hurt too deep to share, so it's kept deep inside, which sometimes can lead to a type of insanity.


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Who Am I?

Looking in the mirror an unfamiliar face.
Walking the floor my steps have lost their pace.

Turning around I see a shadow.
Who is it, I can not know.

Opening the door, I see your reflection.
Hurriedly, I try to pay attention.

But the mind that is mine has wandered yet again.
Suddenly I feel the rain.

How is it I stand on this street looking in the window glass.
All the world has someplace to be, as by the way I pass.

Who is it I call?
No one answers at all.

Reflections in the mirror, do they tell us anything at all.
Memories lost, tears dried, no one to call.

Turning again, I see myself in you.
Remembering once again, it was for you that the heart that beats within has grown cold and blue.

Shivering I walk away.
Some other day we may talk again is all that I can say.

The icy night is long spent.
The years where have they went?

Tomorrows come, tomorrows go, but today is where we must stay.
Is there no other way?

Do you know me?
Have you seen me today? I am lost from myself you see.

If you know who I am, would you please get the door for me.
As my mind has wandered yet again,and I have walked out to sea.

My mind has wandered far away.
Memories have been stolen from me today.

Who is it? Can you tell?
Can it be that I have passed by myself as well?

Who am I?
Why do you cry?

Tears are wet upon the reflection in the mirror. Reflecting the departed mind.
Now it is time to unwind.

Opening the door, the mind slowly wanders away.
Today, all the words have been lost and driven away.

Who am I? Who can know?
For you see my mind has places to go.

Running to catch up with myself, I find that a stranger has taken my place.
Who is it that looks back at me from my face?

I have disappeared, another has filled my shoes.
Wondering I call out..."is it you?"

No, it is I.
The words spoken are mine.

Insanity is at the door, will you go away.
No, for I walk along side of you today.

And now you know the insane to themselves talk.
For who but the insane share in this walk?

Clip, clop, walking away...my footsteps fall.
Fading is the memory of who may call.

Walking away from myself, I close the door.
To another room I wander, to another time forever more.

I am no more, for the door has closed, insanity has ruled.
Forgotten faces reflected in the window panes can be so cruel.

Insane now, I am walking away, for who can know.
My mind has wandered far from me so now I must go.

Forgotten am I.
Even to myself, the mind has locked and bolted the door,and so I sigh.

Into the night my footsteps echo, looking for me.
Looking to the right, to the left, oh where could I be.

And now the door is shut, for I am one of the insane.
Now you know the torments of those who are in consealed pain.

Pain so deep, no words can tell.
Pain so strong the mind wanders away thinking of the dell.

Anywhere but here is where I want to be.
This is what the mind wants to say as the pain is deep within me.

Unending pain when will it end?
This is what the face in the mirror has asked my friend.

Now we must turn away, walking hand in hand away.
For it is again today.