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Self Identity


Self Identity

Cold Breezy Night
Palm sweaty, neck stuck in an awful delight
Heart beats faster than a man who has stage fright
Eyes rolling from left to right
Mumbling words in an oblivious insight
"He's coming...He's coming..." I say
Armed with a treacherous sword that cuts the lies and truth, it lays
As i was cornered in a dark shallow room
I saw a luminescent light from the shattered glass of doom
I came forward to face my fear
as i was coming near,
And as soon as i realize, i was stabbed by an old familiar face.


© 2018 Mandirigma


Mandirigma (author) from Philippines on September 22, 2018:

Thanks! Tamara!. OH yes i would definitely will follow you. Thanks for reading :)

Tamara Yancosky from Uninhabited Regions on September 22, 2018:

Powerful! Please, keep writing. Perhaps we might follow each other? I will read your next poem, now.

madwomanne on September 10, 2018:


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