Musing #4

here, in darkness
immobile
suffocating
caught in time, and
no way out

trembling,

trembling still

standing guard

me, wandering
in this world — or maybe it’s the next
and, I wonder:
am I real?

am here,

somewhere in the darkness
cannot see the light
no reflection
no shadow
no proof of who I am
invisible …

searching,

searching still

for another life

and me in this world
I fall down,
broken
 
trying,
trying still

to lift myself up again.