Can you see anything, it says-

no, nothing, only darkness-

open your eyes-

it’s open-

What do you see?

A thick mist, like white darkness-

what’s there in front of you?

A blank space of nothingness-

look closer, what’s it?

Seems like a thin mist-


A shadowy sun-

time is vision, isn’t it?

May be, may be not, but who are you?

I am you-


Posted for my prompt Vision @ Poets United Midweek Motif


15 thoughts on “Self-Talk

  1. I’m with you, peering into the obscure, giving myself pep talks–and sometimes I recognize the divine nature of that voice, that love. Beautiful.

  2. This poem reminds me so much of “Dippold the Optician” in Edgar Lee Masters’ Spoon River Anthology. Both are fine examples of introspection, of inner vision.

Thank You :)

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