Identity Lost
I’ve lost something
Something important
Nothing like a credit card
Money or a phone
Something more important
Not an animal
Nor car keys
But myself
Exchanging bits of me to fit the shape
Slowly erased
And unable to recover
Only left with something truly foreign
“Myself”
Copyright © Harrison Waiters | Year Posted 2019
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