Quesion of IdentityA Poem by Adam ParkerFear of change
A question of identity
A question of my identity sprouts to mind on the walks through time Will I be the same , oh will I? what if change comes across my path and smites me? A train off its tracks, off course , from par to the rough. if I open my eyes and I feel nothing or too much a journey from left to right, from different to the same my film reel and pen crushed under the weight of my existance a fear of losing causes loss and a fear of change is fear of time I know these but I cannot rewind , my tape is set on full blast all the time my roots are set into the dirt , I hope they are anchored well into the earth So I can converse with myself and not feel explosion Corrosion or Ill health. I don't wish for money , but it would help I just want to look at myself and feel nothing , negativity and fear abate and fall like the cherry off my cake That's the dream, for f**k sake. © 2017 Adam Parker |
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Added on April 11, 2017 Last Updated on April 11, 2017 AuthorAdam ParkerLeeds, United KingdomAboutI'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..Writing
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