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Words on my mind poem in my heart
Polish my pen and ready to start
Snacks and water phone on vibrate
Half eaten dinner sits stiff on my plate
Writers block don’t know where to start
Searching my mind my soul and my heart
Sometimes the well runs dry
I can’t even force a tear from my eye
One who died blind visits me?
We sat and had a cup of tea
He started to confide in me
Told me something secretly
He told me the sacred secret of the blind
He said….
“We are always looking forward never behindâ€
Then it started to turn real cold and chill
He started to leave then he turned and said
“This you won’t believe but we are constantlyâ€
And always facing and looking at our souls
The room is warm again but I feel
A presence from within
Oh it’s you again?
My multiple personality
My same self or second identity
Interrupting me
I know your there I don’t mean to be rude
But you must understand I need solitude
Then wind starts to blow
Papers scatter everywhere
I must acknowledge and admit she is there
I have a twin who’s filled with sin
I guess you can call it my evil twin
My alter ego from with in
I sit back and watch her as a spectator
She’s not nice she’s a real hater
She moves like a tornado
Step in her path it could be fatal
Me I’m like the eye of the storm
I move with the tornado but I cause no harm
She comes and goes as she wills
She’s never around when I’m paying bills
I’ve often tried to educate her she laughs
Then says you’re the writer I’m the dictator
Besides for your information you’re the one
Who needs education with your Z FORMATION?
Alter ego in Latin means the other
We are always pointing fingers at each other
In a schizoid moment we argue and fight
Like sisters and brothers
I want to go one way she wants to go the other
“Your honor†I didn’t mean do anything illegal
It was not me it was my alter ego
It’s hard to be by myself
When I have a second self
My same self
My sane self
My insane self
Like doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde
Good and evil on the same ride
She lives in her house of ill repute
I live in the house known as YURU
Sometimes I need her
Sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I will
Sometimes I won’t
She’s like my muse
She light’s my fuse
She balances out my brain
She keeps me sane
When I’m hurt
We share the pain
When I ask her what’s her name
She says sarcastically it don’t matter
We are still the same
Don’t look surprised who do you think
Gave you the name WIZE?
