I Am

I.
I am not everything I pretend to be. For
my heart wants me a Romeo, my soul
wishes me a poet, and my thoughts are
fooled, thinking me a god. This world
wants me to be tomorrow’s fallen angel;
to soak in its sorrow.

II.
Yesterday has insisted I carry its burdens,
as today is confused about where I dwell;
I myself, am closing my eyes with the
hope I shall sleep in peace, forever. I am
not everything I pretend to be.


1994