Lost Where I Am In What I Am

Poem By Shalom Freedman


Lost where I am in what I am
What difference does it make?
Me me me and I I I
I and me
And more more I.
Were there another voice for me
Another self
Another life
I might stop with this incessant preoccupation
With me me me and I I I.
But I I I and me me me
Are what I feel and think
Almost all the time.
Me me me
I I I and why why why
I live and will die

Comments about Lost Where I Am In What I Am

There is no comment submitted by members.

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of FREEDMAN

The Beauty Of A Poem

The beauty of a poem
The beauty of music
The beauty of light
The beauty of life

A Man Alone

A man alone
is a night alone
is a poem alone
a man alone

All I Wanted Was Poems

I didn’t want other kinds of words
I wanted poems
Because they helped me feel more alive
They gave me an intensity

There Are So Many Poets


There are so many poets
Many have won prizes

Nothing Tells Me How To Begin Again

Nothing tells me how to begin again
Or even how to try
I am too old now
And how can I expect to do at the age of seventy- five?

I Must Continue To Write

There will always be another poem
And with that poem- hope
However absurd-
So even if I despair