Identity Crisis

By megaprime81

Who can i be
If i am not me?
Anyone else would
Be a relief

What do i seek
A different life
I really can't mention 
My true intention 

When you can't 
Stand yourself,
Who can you help
If you're constantly longing
For help yourself

It's a cruel, beautiful
Dark World
Somehow i gotta 
Play the part
Of a man whose
Life gets torn apart

The paradox of 
Love and life
As death factors in
Who will survive
If no one is fit
And we all will die

I hate to live and waste my life
I'd hate to die without a wife
No healing comes
To this tortured heart
Dyslexic as i am
At times
A paradox
To impart in me
God gets the last laugh
On my gloom n' mis'ry

It's a paradox of love and hate
One preceeding the other
If i can't figure it out
Why should you bother?

I'm as good as dead

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Copyright 2013 megaprime81
Published on Monday, December 30, 2013.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • SilentHeart On Monday, December 30, 2013, SilentHeart (7)By person wrote:

    "The paradox of Love and life As death factors in Who will survive If no one is fit And we all will die" This was my favorite part. But it all flowed beautifully - capturing the emotion behind the words. This was well done.

  • megaprime81 On Tuesday, December 31, 2013, megaprime81 (743)By person wrote:

    I thank you for the kind feedback; i just write when the muse hits.

  • dwells On Monday, December 30, 2013, dwells (4284)By person wrote:

    Sorrowful and soulful and perhaps we are only animals at heart and not meant to ponder such things except for a few who see through the veneer of humanity, cheers!

  • megaprime81 On Tuesday, December 31, 2013, megaprime81 (743)By person wrote:

    I ponder such things, and wonder: who am i at my core of existence?

  • blue angel On Monday, December 30, 2013, blue angel (877)By person wrote:

    The Moon smiles upon your darkness. Washing through your tortured soul. Embrace the chilled wind because it whispers your sorrows forever and again. The smiling beast transcends within:)~ Nice gloom and doom *

  • megaprime81 On Monday, December 30, 2013, megaprime81 (743)By person wrote:

    Thank you, angel.


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