Alone,
and yet—
for me,
the crowd roars.
Without me,
all falls silent.
What I meant to say,
unsaid—
was me.
What left my mouth,
was not.
It cuts off,
abruptly—
I.
I and Not-I
A poetic reflection on the nature of self and identity, exploring the boundaries between being and non-being, silence and expression.
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