A rough draft of my poem from my anthology "Inside Out." Nameless describes the sense of loss of identity, in society we are named and that creates a meaning about who we are or who we should be. But who are we really? And will we always be haunted by our past and who we once were?
I know who I am. I know what I am.
Yet I cannot find my identity.
Lost.
Missing.
Voided.
Floating in Abyss.
I think…
Maybe…
I possessed it at an earlier age
But to where I may have placed it,
I am lost…
In the backward motion of life,
Was that my only opportunity?
As I gaze through the pane glass window
At the life I once led,
Is the torture of striving for what once was,
A punishment … ?
Or a warning … ?
… For what I have become … ?
….. Or for who I have become?
If
I have missed my only hope
Then I am blinded.
I cannot see
Without an Identity.
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