Without Me
I could not be
without me.
My memories;
of them,
of you.
I could lose my eyesight.
I could go without hearing.
I do not need to taste.
I do not need to feel.
I could not be
without me.
My thoughts.
The very things that make me,
me.
How could I be?
If all my senses were to go.
There is only things I need to know.
For as long as I have my mind;
sane and expanded.
I know I could be fine.
And never shall I take it for granted.
This poem is about:
Me