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17. Confused Stranger
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~The Book~
Look in the mirror.
Who am I looking at?
Myself?
I don’t know him.
Blank eyes,
A smile-less face.
A trapped soul,
Craving freedom.
He’s a stranger,
A confused man.
Unsure of who he is.
Unsure of what he wants.
The confused stranger.
This is what the reflection shows.
I no longer know who I’m staring at.
What happened to the mad young man?
The quiet young man?
The old young man?
The stranger blinks in the mirror.
Empty eyes searching for a lost soul.
Grasping out in the dark.
Find the gun in the night.
Stand on the ledge,
One jump to freedom.
A long drive to never return.
One pull of the trigger.
One last night for the stranger.
Till a limp shell of a man,
Shatters when it hits the ground.
The suicide of an identity.
The ending of a phase.
Or is this who I am.
Someone who doesn’t even know himself.
How can he even know you?
its really a gooood poem...love to read it and i went through your other poems and inspired alot...and will be doing comments on other tooo...hope you go through my poems to be a good poet friend ...
I've often thought back to who I was. I think of how stupid I was, how immature compared to now. I am indeed a stranger to myself.