Who am I

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    Would you kindly care to critique/comment this metaphorical poem of mine and does this poem make sense to you?

    Who am I
    Who am I
    By: Adam M. Snow

    Alone, wandering down a dreary road,
    With no dreams for I to call my own,
    Who suffer with what I bestowed,
    But I, a single soul alone.
    Seeking the truth of a past long forgotten,
    A truth broken for many years,
    Now my essence soon to rotten,
    And I surrounded by my many fears.

    The same question runs through my mind,
    Do I now dare to ask?
    My true love I left behind,
    And I cower behind my mask,
    Watching her face as time takes her away,
    I'm afraid, I bowed my head in shame,
    With emptiness in my heart, growing night and day,
    I seek to find her longing name.
    Now I cover the truth with lies,
    As I await for my day to die.
    Will I remember myself and rise?
    Yet I'm stuck with the question, "Who am I?"

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    Insideme commented on Who am I

    02-10-2011

    I thought it made perfect sense...when two people form a relationship sometimes they become so intwined that each is the other and when that is gone you feel like something is gone or lost, leaving you to wonder who am I? The fear of rediscovering one's self is a very real and scary thing but with time this passes and in my case the person finds new strengths inside. Good write and excellently honest. This is what poetry is all about!
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    ccslim commented on Who am I

    12-15-2010

    Nice depth questioning the mind against the heart. Good rhyme scheme. Only thing that caught my eye is present and past tenses seem out of place in a few places. Overall nice job!
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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