A Grand and Inferior Journey

A Poem by Joseph Walls

Who am I?

I don't know who I am.

I look in the mirror and I don't know who I'm looking at,

Or whos looking back at me

I look into my mind and I can't see anyone

I can't feel who I am

I can't feel anything at all

Am I dead?

Is this purgatory? Is this Limbo?

This is no one,

Im looking for a train to nowhere

Where the no ones live

There's a hole in my chest

It's a black hole

It's a void

Sorry, we're out of band aids.

Whos that? Can you help me?

I've misplaced myself and forgotten where it is.

Sorry, we're out of marbles.

What's today? When is today?

I thought today was tomorrow

But it feels like yesterday and the day before

Where did tomorrow go?

What's today? When is today?

I thought today was tomorrow

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I see the people

Hello people

Do you see me?

Do they see me?

Hello, I'm no one

I don't see the no ones

Where are we?

No one knows

Where's my blanket?

They have blankets

They don't need blankets

They're warm

They're people

Where is my blanket?

I'm cold

Its numbing

Hello, I'm no one

I can feel! I can feel! 

I can feel. I can feel.

I feel it

The tides are coming in

The great flood

Where's my map?

Where's my guide?

Was I supposed to draw it?

Where's the treasure?

Where's the blanket?

Im soaked

Did I drown?

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I think I need a blanket

I'm cold

Its numbing

What's this?

It's candy.

No one needs candy.

I don't have any shells to give

The weathers been bad

Put it on my credit.

Shells?

I don't have a bucket

The tides took out the bucket store

It took out my sand castle

Just like my candle

I wasn't intending to swim.

I can only feel the water.

Im soaked

Use your guides.

My guides?

They're dead and dead inside.

Where are the shells?

The people have shells

Lots of shells

Closets full of blankets

Tucked away

Candy break.

The people with the blankets

And the people with the shells

They're so beautiful

I want that too

I think you need a blanket first

Maybe some shells

What flavor is this one?

I cant taste

I've been waiting here

I'm at the station

Where's the train?

There's a carriage

Drawn by swift black horses

I could take it

Id even be early to the party

The candle would say not to take the ride

I think I'll walk 

Perhaps I'll find a blanket on the way

Author's Note

This is a poem that requires a lot of thinking. Not everyone may be able to understand its meanings it is a regurgitation of personal experience through the use of a poem full of metaphors and symbols.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Joe! :)
This was a fun read. We spend our lives looking for comfort and excitement. Thanks for sharing.