Identity

Why can’t I be left alone for one day?

Why are my eyes always looking for the river that leads to the sea that I call my future?

I’m sorry that I’m like this,

I don’t mean to be.

I can blame all of this on my past,

I can become a victim again.

No, no, it’s too easy!

I have that light that shines so bright, I can barely see.

It swallows me whole until I become, not me.

I become, a whisper, or a slight breeze.

Who wouldn't want to be swept up like me?

I can’t be me again.

Who is “me”?

Just of figment of being.

A selfish place in the heart where I could hide, if I wanted to,

But, no.

Make me a shadow.

Make me a ghost.

Swallow me up again so I won’t be seen.

Reviews

[BLACKBEARD]

great piece of writing. i like this poem because it has a similar concept to a poem i wrote called existence, because of this, i can relate to your poem and the meaning behind it. i like how each stanza offers a different way to see your identity. well done

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The crying out is measures in reach impact line...you carry that motive in the work & continue to use that as the main focus in this work...I would of liked to see the longer lines dropped down...to add the appeal in the write itself...as noted:

Why can’t I be left alone for a day?
Why are my eyes always looking for the river,
That leads to the sea that I call my future?
I’m sorry that I’m like this,
I don’t mean to be.

I can blame all of this on my past,
I can become a victim again.
No, no, it’s too easy!
I have that light that shines so bright,
I can barely see.

It swallows me whole,
Until I become, not me.
I become a whisper,
Or a slight breeze.
Who wouldn't want to be,
Swept up like me?
I can’t be me again.

Who is “me”?
Just of figment of being.
A selfish place in the heart,
Where I could hide,
If I wanted to,
But, no.
Make me a shadow.
Make me a ghost.

Swallow me up again,
So I won’t be seen.

This is just IMPO...its your work and can deem how you want it done...