Who Am I

I breathe but not live,
I eat but not taste, no more
What I see?
I see bricks and walls
And my hungry numb mind….
Not feeling, just feeding
Feeding on weak’s life;


What am I? Who am I?
Embracing war ditching peace
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I see my world plunging into the dark abyss,
But still oblivious to all I miss,
I see lurching despair like a plume,
I am falling into the depths of gloom
For I had fallen prey to greed and evil stones,
Also known as shining gold;


Those Obliterating meritorious proud,
Never caring to look around, 
Ignoring the haggard old preaching mirth,
Then stomping meek……now groping dirt;


The gracious ones were hurting deep
In doldrums,
Seeing the sun of humanity plummet through the sky
While others race to reach higher than high, 
There was no love, no compassion,
Only desires for an extravagant mansion;

Now the time has come when I listen to my heart,
Making truce with peace not war;
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The excruciating pain of separation from my soul,
Now bearable when I am once again whole,
At last, I cleanse my soul,
Heeding the advice of wise and old
When I walk onto the path of light,
The path of truth, the path of divine


What am I? Who am I?
Am no angel, no messenger of God,
I am human, creation of Lord

Author's Note

My first naive attempt at poetry many moons ago. *Musing* The days buried in memories.

Reviews

[Aethereal]

Your poem expresses the odyssey that most human beings engage in in order to discover who they really are.. God is just a complex mood that we each possess. Moods are non-verbal survival traits that have evolved over the eons within our brains. Moods are nothing to believe in, disbelieve in, or doubt since they just are what they are in themselves. I don’t possess the audacity to make more of my moods than what they are. Audacity goes against the grain of the God mood. Our moods are the essence of what we are. If all we had was memory and logic we would be computers and not human beings. The God mood is one of a complex of moods that make us human, and enable us to be conscious. I don’t have the egotistical audacity to turn my God mood into a dangerous juggernaut through superfluous elaborations, personifications, circular reasoning, and endless philosophizing. Just stay in tune with all of your moods from moment to moment, and enjoy. Above all else, stay aware of self.

[A. Amos]

This is one of the finest piece of art, I have read on W/C my friend you are mind blowing talented.
What a write and ending was brilliant, simply epic!
From me 100/100

[W. C. Forrest]

Thank you Amos for reading and writing such a wonderful review. I am humbled by your words.

[A. Amos]

Pleasure and honor is all mine...

[V. P. Trujillo]

Human, a creation of "Lord". This is not something I have heard for quite some time. Are you religious, in a traditional sense?

[W. C. Forrest]

Vince, you ask a difficult question. Yes, I do believe in a higher power, but before that I believe in positivism. Lord is an personification on idea, a belief. A famous quote called Pascal's wager "If you believe in god, and he turns out to exist then you obviously have made a good decision; however, if he does not exist and you still believe in him, you haven’t lost anything; but if you don’t believe in him and he does exist, then you are in serious trouble."

[V. P. Trujillo]

Hah, indeed. x)

[W. C. Forrest]

Thank you for stopping by. [Pardon the typo error]

[Ghost of Jupiter]

I see many similarities between your poem here, from many moons ago, and the ones I use to write. That sinking feeling and nagging question of who you are. Being alive but not truly living... finding if what you have become falls in line with who you want to be. All of that thought provoking introspection is captured here in this despairing write, so brilliantly. You are an amazing poet, Eeshan.

[W. C. Forrest]

You have so gracefully and elegantly captured the very essence of my poem and that too with a single heartbeat. No review could have been more apt and true to the innate nature of my conceptions. You reviews are always a pleasure to read for are truly pristine and entrancing. Thank you for the lovely words.