I am here



Unperceivable existence
Scintillating persistence
While I live I don't exist
But when I die I existed
What others & I perceive
As me is not who I can be
Or who I was to them or me
May it so be that the only
Truly loved One should be


The faceless stranger


that never arrived


from the silence


We come from


to this external existence











Poetry by night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-29 at 13:32

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Anly Stede The PoetBay support member heart!
Heya girl, just a little note to let you know I'm thinking of you and always wishing you the very best. big hugs xx

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting piece about perceptions. Do those closest to us really know who we are? I think we are are unknowable really.