Poem -
The top
I am at the top
How did i get here
Elevated spirituality, Drugs, Criminality, Death...or was I just born here?
When I look up I see nothing, meaning everything at once.
When I look ahead I see myself.....but I'm here.
When I look down I see confusion,
What is that, why is it like that, why does it feel so familiar and yet so foreign.
As intrigue settles in I begin to see myself at the bottom......but...I'm here.
How did i get there........How did i get here.........?!
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This is a three part poem that relates to so many contexts, you could see it from the perspective of someone who has died, as someone analysing themselves on earth, or from the perspective of God himself! Hope you enjoyed. More soon to come.