Sunday, July 25, 2010

Time for another poem...

Split Personality

Dreams that I hold dear
Of moving forward, without fear,
Are extinguished by the light of day
Something has obviously gone astray.

Where is the person that I used to be?
Who is this stranger that is now me?
I cannot pinpoint the day or the hour,
But the old me's been killed by a higher power.

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