Cage of infinit space

Cage of infinit space

A Poem by Anna

Why does my mind wander through this world in a thousand different personalities.
Why do the walls of this world disappear when I try to find them.
My mind is trapped in a cage of infinit space.
Looking, trying, searching, for a place to call my own. 
But every thought I think is not mine.
Every sight is seen through eyes that I see through myself.
My mirror reflections show a thousand faces starring back at me.
Me? Us?
Who am I, Am I more than I, or just more of me?
Am I alive or dead? Can I be both?
Maybe I am, I think I am. Or is that you?
Me? Yes its me. The face of a thousand faces.

I know who I am.

I am many.

© 2012 Anna


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I liked it a lot, it shows multiple perspectives of the spoken subject and like a mirror they all reflect on the readers mind but the twist is you maybe many but you are just one. Great write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Anna

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much
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its like that adage -
" i am a crowd.
i am a multitude"

poem is good

Posted 11 Years Ago


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This is amazing Anna! It is kind of Rhetoric and Paradoxical at the same time. You've got a superb art of expression :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


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hhmm, I can actually say I understand this poem. I wrote something similiar. When you have time check it out it's called SIX.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Anna

11 Years Ago

I did see it, it actually inspired me to do something simular. I had this already written last year,.. read more

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Anna
Anna

Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada



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I've been writing for years but its never been for a purpose. I wrote to let out emotion during the darkest points of my life and now it's developed into a hobby of mine. Broadening my topics from pai.. more..

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