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I feel a chill run up my spine
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end
A feeling of inadequacy floods my brain
And for the millionth time I am back here again.

I close my eyes in order to fully see
I am surrounded by emptiness, a black sea
I am standing a top a large dune of sand
The tip burning into the arch of my feet, leaving its brand

I teeter back and forth, unable to steady my stance
Imagining myself tumbling down, shattering into pieces like broken glass
My body aches and I shiver at just the thought
Unbalanced even more, my body jerks and jolts, an uncoordinated dance

Finally a small breeze nudges me just enough to get control
I strain my eyes, looking for help, but as always, nothingness, a black hole
Calling out to anyone, but only my own voice replies to my cries for help
I cannot find the answers out there; I know I must answer them myself

I strain to listen, but the only noises are the breezes caressing my hair
No, it is not a breeze, yet a whisper, a breath of warm air
And there it is again, like a serpents tongue, evilness tickling my ear
I try to shut it out, knowing the question, for that is why I am here

All my doubts, all my deepest fears
Everything summed up into one question
That one which leaves me deserted and relentlessly stranded here
I know I cannot answer it, I will have no reply

My mouth moves, for the words are my own……¨who am I? ¨

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Category: Poems