My First Publish.. My Oldest Poem...

A stranger I am to myselves…

I do not know what I seek..

I do not know where to go..

All I know is that I am still alive..

I still breathe the air that surrounds me..

But I am still unaware of my surroundings..

I still walk as everyone else does..

But I don’t know which way I should go..

They say life is beautiful..

They also say that everything created by god is beautiful..

The world is beautiful..

But Death is created by god and is a part of the world..

I hunt myselves thoroughly within me..

I try to light up the darkness that lies within me..

So that I can find my existence into being..

And act to my own accord..

My eyes keep staring nothing for long..

My Lips sing Silence as song..

My shadow tries to hide behind me..

And my ears listen to the words I cant understand..