Who am I?
Sometimes I forget…
A look in the mirror
Returns a pair of
Frosted eyes.
In those, it seems,
My true self lies.
They speak volumes,
Flicker, flutter:
Cryptic spies.
Can anyone truly
Know their depth,
The way I do–?
The full scope?
The whole spectrum
Of my Being?
My life fragments?
My spiritual convection?
My deepest, darkest secrets?
Perhaps this is the closest thing…
A poem:
Symbolic tomb
Of a lost, forgotten moment.
Frenetic Freak 