Musing #4

here, in darkness
immobile
suffocating
caught in time, and
no way out

trembling,trembling still

standing guardme, wandering
in this world —or maybe it’s the next
and, I wonder:
am I real?

am here,somewhere in the darkness
cannot see the light
no reflection
no shadow
no proof of who I am
invisible …

searching,searching still

for another lifeand me in this world
I fall down,
broken
 
trying,
trying still

to lift myself up again.