Poet Unknown

By: Amine 

The poet is the impatient novelist
Turning paragraph into phrases
Telling the story without the words
Two sides of the self: only the emotion.
How do you split your voice?
You are your voice
To split it is to split yourself
In half
Violently
Cruelly
An unforgivable act separating me from she.
So many aspects of me
Wandering aimlessly
In the dark abyss of mind
You ask me to separate
Already done
I was never whole
I do not write whole
I do not see whole
I do not know
Anything.
I think, that is it.
I think, not do, not say, not see
I think.
Sometimes wait
Sometimes dream
Always think
"if our dead were here they would save us"