Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

Multiple Identity

By day I’m a surgeon, I save every man, 
I probe and I prod and I slice,
With my hand that is steady, even and sure, 
Cutting a perfect precise.

By day I am safe, protecting the ill, 
Between life and death I will stand,
But when the sun leaves, and darkness arrives, 
Another me holds onto my hand

And makes me a punk, a hood and a thug, 
I can yell and I scowl at the law,
I pin up my hair, spray painting all walls, 
By night I’m a broken jigsaw.

By day I’m the stable reliable safe,
Then by night I’m just not the same,
But this is the me, it is who I am, 
Playing the multiple identity game.

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 19, 2017 at 11:37 AM Well penned! Sides of a dynamic coin, a priceless one I might add :) xomo Lewis Raynes October 19, 2017 at 4:59 PM A beautiful coin, thank you Maureen

Charlie Smith October 19, 2017 at 11:06 AM Who are you when you write? Maybe 3??? enjoyed it, thanks Lewis... Lewis Raynes October 19, 2017 at 4:58 PM Thanks Charlie, maybe 4 or 5 or 6 to

Joanna Daniel October 19, 2017 at 7:41 AM Well, I often wonder how that can be, multiple identities...but most of us have them, I guess, well described, Lewis:) Lewis Raynes October 19, 2017 at 4:57 PM thanks Jo, I bet we all have a persona we like