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Sadly Identified

Updated on October 18, 2014

As my hair turned purple, and a cloud has grown over my head,

It rained from all sides as I roamed the trail ways of life,

While my bandages fell, my wounds bled,

The dripping seemed fitting, for my soul is paralyzed,

When distress knocked on my door, it kicked with a magnitude of remiss,

My face has changed like a screw forced in a hole,

Mashed in a way to be called a drill bit,

I don't approve for this spiritless stroll, but at least I know when my happiness is extinct.


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      The Examiner-1 2 years ago

      That must be a heavyhearted person to be feeling that. Very good Kelvin. I voted up, shared and pinned it.


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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      Wow.. this sounds like the blues. Yes, the journey can be perilous even treacherous, especially when the miles traveled exceeds what's ahead, but it's what we make it. Impressive writing.

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      Along with the wind 2 years ago from colorado

      Thank you both for your support and comments!

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      Dianna Mendez 2 years ago

      This reflects a person who is in despair. I'm sure it will help readers to express the deep emotion of lost identity.

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      Along with the wind 2 years ago from colorado

      I hope so, and thank you for reading!

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