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I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest- that I loved the best-
Are strange- nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below- above the vaulted sky.

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Comments (5)

Very thought provoking poem. meeting with Mr. death somehow it gives me a lot of fear. But for someone who has faith, death is only a passing away to the nether world and it is not a permanent state. losing the body and all that we have built up here to meet with the Maker as you write should be a joyous all welcoming matter. thank you for this thought provoking poem tony
a v nice poem with a superb flow of lines!
Greatly enjoyed the comments of Bri Edwards. I concur with his request with regard to your taking the 'last breath'.
elena, for some reason (i KNOW why) my brain registered the last word of the following stanza as ghost instead of guest. then i noticed my mistake. i haven't even read further and i'm making a comment already! But alas, here I take my last breath. Forgive me for not getting up, Mr. Death. I wish I was a better host, than you are a guest. you've taken your LAST BREATH? ? PLEASE! SAY IT ISN'T SO! WRITE MORE FIRST. PLEASE. thanks for sharing. bri :)
But alas, here I take my last breath. No more time to wallow in myself. I must prepare to meet my Maker, the Supreme Life-giver and Life-taker.' Only a firm believer can say like this. Very impressive!