Aphasia

I am you and you are me,

but if that is them then what are we?

Are we but eyes to be raised?

I looked into the mirror,

but as fires blazed

I saw only my fear.

I can see you, and only you, my dear,

to myself I cannot draw near.

You see only me,

and oh, how you long to be free!

What lonely prisoners are we,

we who cannot see.

Happiness our own dreams deny,

and though the truth will not die,

in our hearts we feel a cry

as we tell yet one more lie.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

A philosophical and psychological interpretation of poem. Nicely written

[Urza's Severed Head]

Thank you so Much! This is one of my favorite poems that I've written.

[Arundass TP]

Sure. Welcome friend 😊