Who Am I?
poem by:
D'Vina
Written
on Apr 02, 2015
Trying so desperately to grasp Grasp on to something Something that is Unreachable. Trying so hard you feel like you'll break Break down in pieces That can never be Picked up. Then you're scared you'll get lost Lost all your chances Chances that are gone forever Just like something once called You.
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Q. Ramirez commented:
I like this one because I have something similar, it is a prose without any title. I will place it in my files if you want to check it out.
D'Vina
commented:
Alright thanks that sounds good (:
Taha Hassan
commented on Oct 26, 2017 at 2:42am
We find meaning to our own existence in other people. and when they leave, which they eventually do, We lose that meaning.
Christopher Russon
commented on Nov 16, 2017 at 12:08am
Picking up those pieces is not always that easy.When that other person is no
Longer around.Nice poem.
