They Came With the Words

Another from my first Chapbook. Mysterious in its entirety.

As I sat and pondered last night in pitch darkness, trying to understand more of myself, I heard a voice not far from me. It was barely audible at first, but I heard it. "Who is that?...Who are you?", I whispered... "I am no one, we are no one.." , It whispered... "Who are you?.." A second voice answered, "I am you..We are him..." "Who, me?", I asked... The second voice answered, "No, him..."   "And who are you?", I asked... "I am no one, we are no one... We came with the words, we live in the moment.."  I got up and turned on the lights, I was not surprised to see nothing there... "Maybe I'm going crazy..", I said as I turned the lights off once again... "Crazy people don't know they're crazy, are you crazy?..."  I heard the voices once again speaking together now, one behind the other, as a whisper and it's echo... "Who are you?!", I asked as I turned the lights on once more... "We came with the words, we live in the moment... I am you.. We are him..." 

Author's Note

Constructive criticism always welcomed.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"I am no one, we are no one.."
I like the lines above. I used the lines in my poetry "I'm no-one and you are everything". The poem brought me in and I wanted to know more. A lot of mystery in the words. Last lines are true wisdom. Good to live in the moment. Sometime time and luck is against us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. The poem open the door to thoughts and possibilities.
Coyote