Thoughts— A Lament

Thoughts— A Lament

What do I write,

when the fingers don't even trace lines?

What do I write,

when the ink has all but dried?

What do I say,

when the cuckoo is chocked to death?

What do I say,

when the wind has stopped carrying my laments?

What do I care for,

when my heart–bowl can't even hold a drop of life–water?

What do I care for,

when my the thoughts can't be reflected anymore,

because the glass like mind has broken?

What do I believe in,

when my thoughts are not even my 'own'?

What do I believe in,

when I can't even recognize my own,

real 'self'?

Who do I truly belong to— To you God or maybe, no one, not even myself?

Who am I..should I even wonder anymore?

© Ophelia 

I wanted to post the poem outside of my own poetry thread because I wanted more people to read it, and its also because I havent posted any poems on 7cups in a while ( on any other platforms even) and the poems also tend to go unnoticed.

The artwork is not my own, source of artwork : Pinterest.