Of What Things Have I Become?

Of what things have I become?

A ray of sunshine? A water spot on glass?

Am I everything or am I nothing?

Am I beautiful or am I a nuisance to eyes?

Do such subjective things truly matter?

Have I become my own assassin?

Of what things have I become?

Has my apathy become an emotional bulwark?

Have I found enough things to fill this hole?

Am I truly in wreckage and despair?

Shall I make and find more ruins?

Am I trained for such a kill?

Of what things have I become?

I wish I could answer that question.

A window does not know it's a window.

It can not see through itself.

As my audience, you must answer this:

Of what things have I become?

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

First in line in a queue of assassins is usually self, well trained and uniquely with inside job acumen; and perhaps we become what we have pushed for behind the scenes and in the back of the mind. Thought provoking. TFS.