Am I Talented?
Can someone please tell me who I am?
Or what I am?
Could this be me or someone else?
I caged myself every day in the prison of writing
Is this part of me?
And is this what is called talent?
I live in my own world not yours
The white part of my eyes serve as my day
While the black was my night
I sleep by the time I want
Not the right time
Am I even making sense to myself?
I always do what I feel like
Not what you instruct me to do
I spend all my day thinking and meditate
About many things
Including my night
Do I even get a time to think about myself?
I was blind and deaf
That I can't even see the one who care for me
Nor to hear the right call
I became so popular
In the field of inspiration
But, in this life
I live as a stranger
Am I on the right path or on the wrong?
It has become a part of me
If I think I will sick
And if I don't I will still sick
Do I even have a purpose of being alive?
Am I a human being or a living dead?
Imam Sarafadeen
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/23/2021
Poet's note: I write this poem to confirm and know more about myself, that's the reason why it's titled Am I talented?
Because I feel like I'm talented but I'm not so sure 'cause of the way I behave.
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