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
Copyright © Peter Golden | Year Posted 2010
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