Why is it dark so early?
What are these visions that have over stayed their welcome?
Where have these questions been hiding?
And how do I know that you are real?
Socrates thought that we were just forms, but I live in no cave
My "philosophical circle" has abandoned me
But my words will never betray me
(I have Penelope and Cordelia to thank for that)
And if you haven't read the books, I may be speaking nonsense
And if you haven't read my mind, then maybe you don't know me as well as I thought
And when I speak of pain, maybe you should realize that I am only dreaming or wishing or writing
And you have to know that maybe I don't understand what my words mean
But I do know that your voice has never been softer
WHY ARE YOU WHISPERING?
And maybe some people are in a cave, because you didn't read my mind
You didn't even read the books,you know, the really great ones?
And I am further away from you than I feel because now I know that my heart rests in your soul
*A roaring applause* Bravicimo! :D
"And how do I know that you are real?"
i like that line. to me, this poem is chaotic and questioning, and just so wonderful. i really enjoy your writing. keep up the good work.
haha Great
I think the last stanza is the strongst part of the poem, I love it! This is the second best thing I've ever read by you...Chattanooga must be doing you good!