THE LOOKER #poetry by jay

The looker inside my brain
has fogged over a memory
of a life I believe 
I once lived

People—lots of people
Parties—lots of parties
Laughter—forgotten

Happiness never
conceived—
Onslaught of pains

Shame
Shame
Shame

I’ve morphed into
who I knew I was
from inside-out

Ashamed to expose
the truth
Lost in not knowing—

But now I do.

The looker in my brain 
asks how—
Why hold the fog

On high ground?

Not now
Not now
Not now.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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