Woe is me, woe is me, but a last woe is not me, for I am not myself, I wonder to where myself has gone, I need ask the face that stares at me when I look in the mirror, for it is unknown to me, but it may hold the answers that I seek, so I must look upon it, and skim through its pages for what I seek, as I skim a question ponders in my head, why does this one who is unknown to me seem yet so familiar
CZYTASZ
My Collection of Poems
PoezjaAll the poems were written by me when I was in a dark place slowly coming out into the light. Please comment anything you'd like to about my poetry. All comments are welcome. I would love to receive some feedback from you guys.
