I know who I am. I know what I am.
Yet I cannot find my identity.
Floating in Abyss.
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?
I have missed my only hope
Then I am blinded.
I cannot see
Without an Identity.
© 2013 Nicola Manning - Ironic Inspirations