Lost Erudite -------------------------------------------
Exiled from myself.
Who am I?
I'm not who I thought I was.
Who's that in the mirror?
Reflecting a stranger at me.
Whose eyes pierce through me?
I'm future-less yet enlightened.
Why do I not have a future?
I bring myself down.
I dare not wash the dirt from my face.
Tears creating mud upon my cheeks.
Mud makes me who I am today.
I learn from my mistakes, it's my gift.
How can you know me without seeing me unclean?
Educate you in my dirty secrets.
But how can I teach of myself when I dare not even know me?
wow, emotions being poured out into this piece is awesome! it gives the reader something to reflect on, while they are reading it, and after they are done reading it. i like the feeling of, coming into reading a work with questions, and leaving with the questions answered but a new set of them come into play.. and here that did it!.. excellent way to make ur words flow!.. great work
I like this a lot. It reminds me of a couple of lines from "The Bends" by Radiohead. I like how it ends in doubt although the subject is erudite. This is very good indeed although you do have a minor typo, and tell me if this offends you, but you left the "h" off of wash.
Submission Name: Lost Erudite
