If Not A Person, Then What Am I?
If not a person,
Then what am I?
A mere shadow
Of who I want to be?
An infinitesimal fragment
Of an imagined self?
Or is it worse than that?
Who is this man?
This stranger reflected
In the cold, swirling fluid,
Of a freshly poured gin glass?
This wide eyed, vacant vessel,
This outlaw staring back at me.
Who is this apparition with messy hair and unkempt beard,
With his young eyes full of life and hope,
Framed in sunken, black lids,
What life exists for him here?
What hope dare he have?
At the end of the tunnel?
Which line will he walk?
The white, powdered one,
With it’s whispered promises of a good time?
Or the long, hard one, which he knows leads to happiness?
I and this mirrored entity,
We are not the same,
Though his reality bends to my will.
His ‘now’ changes at my declaration.
If not a person, then who is he?
If not a person, then what am I?
Only I can decide.
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This poem is day 1 in my 30 days of poetry challenge. I’m sure you can tell I am far from a poet, but I’m hoping to experiment, learn, grow, and have fun with poetry over the next 30 days.
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