In search of feeling
And don’t know who I am.
I yawn like a tiger,
Fold my arms and pant
Like an polar bear.
Still there is no connection
To this visage with
So little visible history.
What if there is another me
Out there somewhere
Using the same face
To obtain recognition,
Love and happiness
While I am stuck here
In a one bedroom flat -
In a suburb full
Of one bedroom flats -
Beside a toilet
That needs cleaning,
Looking into this mirror,
Trying to remember my name?
© shaun patrick green 2011
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