Who am i?

Could it be I am not who I thought I was?

Trying to grapple with me

I feel the words buzzing around inside

Not knowing what to do with them

Incoherently jumbled

Much like my thoughts

Did I lose myself somewhere along the line?

Everything touched seems to turn to dust

Blown away to the wind

Leaving my thoughts in the wilderness

Nomadic 

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  • The Quail 1957 on Aug 11, 2011

    Well done my friend! I have often felt this way! Then again I\’ve always been kind of Nomadic . Awesome poetry!

  • CHIPMUNK on Aug 11, 2011

    Great work really a god one enjoyed reading it, I am sure most people do feel like that at some point

  • Michal Dorcak on Aug 12, 2011

    Good poem.

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