No Identity
Who am I?
Can anyone please tell me?
I don’t know anymore
What are these hands meant to be?
My friends are few
I pushed them away
Like the morning dew
I am not here to stay
I am a lost soul
With no identity
But I don’t seek sorrow
I don’t ask for pity
Who am I you ask
I do not know…
I am a no-one
Swimming against the flow…
poem by Tamara Moir
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