In Another Body

Waking up in a new panorama

Everything is astray

I don’t feel my body, it’s not mine

Wait I’m not the one getting up

This isn’t me

Three gentle steps to the mirror

I feel the cold ligneous floor

I feel the chill morning air against skin

But it’s not my skin

The mirror shocks me

My heart isn’t beating in the shock I feel

This isn’t my face, this isn’t my figure

I can’t talk but I hear a voice

I watch as the hand moves up and plays with the long black hair

But it’s not me, I feel the movement as if it’s my own choice

I feel the result of the hair moving over shoulders

I feel everything and see everything

I hear everything and I say words, I sing a cheerless song

A cheerless song I don’t know

I see watery blue eyes but they aren’t mine

I see raven hair flowing down fragile shoulders

I see a black gown, feel it snugly fitting against the hips

None of its mine

I hear these thoughts, these which are mine

And I hear other thoughts, that aren’t mine

These are sad thoughts, these aren’t my thoughts

Who is this poor soul and where is my body?

 

Reviews

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Very interesting poem indeed, I like it because its so different, its about an unusual but as I said interesting topic.
This was pretty deep, I enjoyed the read.
Keep writing :)

[Jamie Starlight]

Thank you :)

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Your welcome :)