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in a dark alley

Posted to Action Poetry




the self tries to walk home
But there is someone in the way
A presence sticks it's hand out
And does not allow passage
Does not let go
Will not allow a sidestep
Forcefull as a robber
Sly as a devil
The forcefull being says:
"You do not really live
where you think you live"
And the self asks:
"Who are you?"
The answer comes:
"I am your self"