A Life's Stage

Leave me to my senses
And the darkness of a room,
For I have no reflection
And my eyes refuse to see
The light even if a day or love,
Or memory-so extinguished,
Is the lamp that once
Brightened my life with purpose...

Myself-so outward changed,
That I seem not to maintain
A singular character
Apart from others,
Who, separately, take their cue
From placement and environment,
Each by turn-but tell me-
Did you expect another me?

Another page, another grave
For yesterday's treasure-
The sustaining pursuit
Or a self-made uncertainty,
Of a need for growth or freedom-
What does it mean- but me
Or you- alive with possibility
Owning nothing to the past but this?

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poem by Romeo Della Valle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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