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Who am I?
By Till Madness Comes I Preach
Am I the animal I see in the
mirror every morning when I wake?
The animal who knows nothing of
loyalty and peace?
The beast that thrives in the violence twisting
my wretched soul?
Is the blood on my hands the truth, cold instinct
my only reality?
Or could I be the broken man I see every night
in my dreams?
The man who weeps for honor left and love long lost?
The shell whose heart shatters and mind breaks when he remembers what
once was?
Is the blood on my hands the truth, fantasies of a peaceful
past my only reality?
I no longer know who I am, yet I remember
everyday who I was.
A good husband looking forward to being a good
father.
A good brother even when the sibling stole away the light.
An honorable man who understood his world.
I ask you now
who am I for I no longer know
The bullet that took her life also shattered
my soul
I was her and she was me and without her here I am lost
Please show kindness and tell me who I am...
(I know
this is less than good, it has been a long time since I was able to write
so be kind in your critiques -Preach)
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Copyright 2010 Till Madness Comes I Preach
Published on Saturday, January 1, 2011.
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On Thursday, April 20, 2023, urbanhumility
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wrote:
Well spoken... well said....pure honesty...your askance is perfect here . T . Pure ssk ...
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On Saturday, January 1, 2011, lupus tenebrae
(872) wrote:
I agree, raw emotion is poetry in its own right. A question I myself asked, it's hard sometimes to tell if your looking through human eyes or those of a beast. Nicely done.
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A former member wrote:
I can find nothing to critique in this. How can raw emotion be critiqued? In fact, I so much wish I had the ability to write like this. Emotion seems to lose me. But anyway, this is a beautifully penned piece. I wish I could answer the question but only you can answer that. Although, I would like to think that that old person is still there somewhere deep down. Maybe broken but still struggling to survive. Thanks for sharing.
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