Turmoil

I wake up each day
as this person
or that person
but never 
as the same person.

A personality
bereft of individuality
or the luxury of tranquillity, 
ignited by a past 
which always denies me 
sustenance or grace or 
love 
that my soul 
so inconsistently desires. 




Please accept the irony... if not then pass by

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Judy Konos

April 11, 2011 at 6:38 AM

I accept only the talent. You are one helluva writer...Keep it up....and thanks

Dana Smith

December 20, 2010 at 10:29 AM

I can relate.. Well written.. Enjoyed... Dana'lynn

Sylvia Coulstock

November 17, 2010 at 6:30 PM

Hi Peter.I liked this although I sensed a certain sadness reading it.I'm not sure what the loss of identity implies.Whether it refers to a multiple personality.or,as with us all,the different moods and a turmoil of emotions we all have, not knowing where we're going in life.or what we want out of it.Yet deep down we all seek piece of mind and of course all want to be loved.If what I have said is right off the wall. I'm sorry.But it doesn't alter the fact I enjoyed this.Love June(S)

Poet Destroyer A

November 17, 2010 at 6:20 PM

irony eccepted lol, i really like this one,, i think I somehow have different personalities depending on my mood he he,, enjoyed,..p.d.

Sara Kendrick

November 17, 2010 at 5:37 PM

I hope just a write on a topic and not your life..I would hate for your soul to be denied sustenance or grace or love..I was delight that you enjoyed my work about the Tan Sparrow..That was a rare moment in time..I was glad that it happpened so that I could put it on paper..Sara