Lost in the crowd

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about identity crisis that we all face today.



When I was a child
I was in a beautiful wild garden.
Accompanied by your presence, I smiled
realising life slowly harden.
As a teenager, I found myself in an oasis
with you a few feet away,
Asking me “Are you sure about this?”
I nodded, thinking I’d find a way -
A way to be the closest to you 
that only left me in a desert as an adult,
with traces of your scent as the only clue,
For life had been turned into a cult.
I search for you now 
like I’ve lost you forever.
Who are you? Are you me? But how?
I’m confused, Alas! All I want is to part with you never.

Submitted: March 17, 2019

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Bert Broomberg

Wonderful poem.

Sun, March 17th, 2019 10:19pm


Thank you very much for your appreciation Bert Broomberg :)

Sat, March 23rd, 2019 5:12am

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