Poetry: No title - Unpublished poem
cathyhaackPosted for Everyone to comment on, 5 years ago
"The fundamental reason for my loneliness is that even I don't know what history I am part of." ― Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red
Tell me who I am?
Perhaps I come from that utopian transparency of my hidden eloquence ... Tell me who I am? Perhaps I lost my soul in this exile sense of my being ... Tell me who I am? Perhaps I deserve this silence that is killing my voice in the darkest night ... Tell me who I am? In the anguishes where the fluid of my veins freeze ... Who else can I be in a tear that stops its journey ... Tell me how you would repair a broken glass? I am that crystal ...
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