nothing but me

i can’t see
myself and
i’m gone.

far from
the sound of
noise

and all they
see is nothing
but me.

 

2016

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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4 Responses to nothing but me

  1. magicpoet01 says:

    When I write LIKE on this poem, I am conscious that like is hardly appropriate. Your poetry can feel so bleak that it worries me. Thinking of you often with care and concern

  2. kutukamus says:

    Sounds quite
    Like
    Some kind of
    Serenity 🙂

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