Poetry

Sentenced

I’m a metaphor,
for what
I’m not sure
but the world knows,
the world decides
what I stand for
despite all the
books claiming
I am my own.
Just a metaphor,
a misleading door,
a bit of music
made to play
in other
people’s scores
and I like it
that way –
if there is
an “I” it
remains at peace,
unperturbed,
undiscovered,
even by me

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