I am What I am

I am - yeah what I am,

None cares or knows me,
My friends may forsake me like a memory lost,
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and disappear in insensible host,
Like shadows in love's frantic silent throes,
And yet I am, and live-like vapors toast,

Into the voidness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of awakening dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast ruin of my life's esteem,
Even the dearest that I love the best,
Are strange-nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I walked for scenes where man hath never walked,
A place where I never smiled or wept,
there to stand with my creator God,
And could sleep as I in childhood pleasantly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie,
The grass below, above, the curved sky….



AnSh :)

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