The Question by Ryan Bauer What will be my accomplishment, loosing these cold fires upon my psyche... Will I have an end? Will I have a beginning? I do not know if I am anymore. Alive or dead. Both or niether. Am I? [...] I can only continue to look upon foreign vistas beyond aethereal threshholds, my hand grasping the solid doorhandle at my side I hold on as my bright eyes open to swallow the dark view: faded flashes saturate all existence, engulfing forces inside the mind; flickering pulses dissonate, each time unfocused. Dimly I see a tempest wind and struggle to interpret myself. A mouth barely makes itself heard over the sound and the fury. This is my voice, but is it me? 04/29/2007 Author's Note: This poem is a contemplation within a dream(not literally, but if I could choose my dreams I would dream this), and it is showing self-conflict, and identity definition. Posted on 05/02/2007 Copyright © 2010 Ryan Bauer Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.1 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 2 member(s) and 15 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2010 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)