Incomprehension or nothingness (POEMA)

I cannot reveal my own face.

And I just don't know why.

Perhaps world is really limited

by the concentrated powers.

And I'm only an insignificant piece

- Of absolute nothingness. -

They throw me into confused roles.

My friends told me I'm a real person,

however I was unable to believe in it.

And I just don't know what to do.

Perhaps I shall be a giant star.

- Unaware of itself. -

Who knows I'll be a powerful machine.

When the spacetime spins around chaos

And we lose all sanity;

It seems our humanity is back.

I feel pain and fear.

And it's always that I'm alive.

When I'm dead it's different.

My role is not defined.

And you don’t know yet.

I’ve got a personal mood of being.

Universe promised to me

(At beginning of my existence)

I would destroy all kinds of lies

But I would be happier if I was a bloom,

or as simply a red stone.

I thought my existence was

consisted of self – awareness.

But it is definitely so far away from me.

It is in the invisible field of human relations.

It is finely set where we build our identity.

Actually what perturbs me is

a small particle of dust.

(Against my left eye...).

What disturbs my functions is

Your yellowish half - smile.

Even your logical sentences aren't anything

Compared to:

My yelled wishes to be or not to be.

Sometimes death sounds an opera song.

And destruction is the best way towards “Nirvana".

What is the most interesting in my inner?

My weird values become themselves into atomic bombs.

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I stick to one point: my face is untouchable by its own nature.

Or will it be a silly answer to the incomprehension?

This poem was written by Lorena Costa.