Who Am I?

Posted on September 5, 2014

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Alone

Picture courtesy of mymorningmeditations.com


In this town
like a ghost he feels
Nothing seems right
nothing seems real

But he saunters on
like a wraith
Just another shadow
from society to fade

He questions everything
even himself
Thinking on all
in this commuter belt

Time and again
he asks ‘who am I?’
For he still doesn’t know
even though he tries

Only in the mountains
and by the sea
Can he think straight
and see all clearly

But there’s just a gaol
imprisoned by society
By himself and ghosts also
will he ever be free?

His own worst enemy…

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