Morgan Siegel

(27/06/1996 / New Zealand)

Who Am I?


...Glistening spheres dance merrily...

As I look into this portal.
All I see is...
An expressionless cast.
Staring into naught...

...Pale silver trails away...

The dark swallows.
Yielding a dim glow.
A pale composure.
Plain yet alarming...

...Smooth touch stroke...

Faded eyes show the dream...
A hopeless longing pierces.
Stone set features unfold all...

...A numbing breath casts distress...

Cold set ivory like a great colossi.
Empty faces stare back...
Dull light slowly fades.
A raw touch airily caresses...

Who Am I?
I am the one always behind you.
I am the one who looks when you least suspect.
I am the cold touch you feel.
I am the voice you hear...

Submitted: Thursday, March 06, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

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