The Faceless Victim

This is just a spontaneously written poem, so I never thought over it or read it over and over again to check it or anything. It's just a source to channel my thought's flowing through my head right now.

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I stand alone,
Watching the daylight as it freezes my thoughts.
'I am nothing, I am no-one'I repeat,
yet why do i feel like I'm all.


Is there any gain which takes away the pain,
Or only loss - to know what I have.
The blood that pumps through my veins,
dissolves in a defeat I accept.


I cannot stand forever,
I have to fall.
When and where? I question myself.
Is this the time or has it gone.


A faceless me stares endlessly
Into this painful mirror.
That reflects the darkness accumulated
through this dreadful journey.


Is it black all I see, or is it all that is,
Is what we see so real.
If what we see is what we get,
blind is what I think myself to be.


Step by step, inch by inch,
I crawl to the unseen mountains.
Climbed by my masters and by others
but not yet by me.


I stand in the shadows,
looming over me as I stand,
without proper dignity
without respect.


I speak therfore
no sense I hear.
All jumbled up tommorow,
All teared up today.


But somehow before falling I think,
'It's not being the best that's all about.
It's just the journey.'