Jane Doe

Who am I?

Soon I will die.

But who am I?

That must be answered first.

Not knowing, this is the worst.

Can I be free from this curse?

To name a thing is to give it life.

Without one, I am full of strife.

The pain is sharp like a knife.

A nameless thing, that is me.

I will never be free.

My name, my identity's key.

My name, a secret kept.

And so I wept.

The burden, I felt its heft.

My missing name, the thought that is main.

It causes great pain.

I try to remember it in vain.

I have to say goodbye.

Yet still I try.

Who am I?

Reviews

[C.S. Williams]

Hmm. I don't read this as horror. It reads more like a character who is planning suicide and trying to find a reason not to. It's unsettling, sure, but I felt more despair and sorrow and a deep sympathy for the protagonist.

I think a lot of people can relate to that feeling of lacking an identity to call their own. It reminds me of when I was a teenager and was dealing with these emotions. Even now at 27, I'm still asking myself those questions.

As for the poem, not much to say. Poetry isn't my strongest suit, but I thought as an expression of emotion more than anything it accomplished its mission. The rhyme scheme is a bit repetitive for my tastes, but other than that nothing else stood out to me in the poem.

Generally, though, I connected with it. I felt deeply sad by the end of it mainly with the implication of what happened which is always a sad state of affairs. Didn't feel a sense of horror, but more despair which I suppose can be a kind of horror depending on the person. With that, I think it did it's job.

Again, great job and I wish you greater and greater writing!

CS Williams

[Lackey]

Thank you for your input