I.

Who are you?

I am
my almost God
almost Man
almost sane
Entity, of
what surrounds me


I make
my own path
from the abode of the Dead
to the lands of the Living
to the Gods up above
and come crashing down
come crashing down


I have
no place to go
nobody to be
so I make my own path
and I roam
the depths of Me
the depths of Me
the depths of Me
the Gods bore me

Reviews

[Irma Chavez]

The title caught me again.

[Irma Chavez]

i like.
it has this feeling of thought forming and then dissolving back to the feeling as it repeats,
a sense of nature's being and non-being

[Slug]

yes exactly!
a reconstruction of a path going inwards rather than upwards

[Tai Ryens]

O, the intelligence (or was it irony?) of the poem! You are your almost god; God bore you; you made your own destiny.
I applaud you for this one, well done, well done!

[Slug]

thanks man I'm glad you caught onto the subtle hints of irony throughout the poem too