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Lost Identity (Free verse) by TLRufener

I have sold myself To the critical masses. I hate it all As more and more time passes. I gave them my soul For poetic acceptance, I no longer write me Because I write their sentences. I have lost myself To a savage beast. I can’t run fast enough To escape their carnivorous feast. I allowed my life To be cast into a cage, And I can’t control The words on this page. I’ve read this before, Time and again; But I can’t seem to find Where this nightmare ends. They control all my action As I live this intricate lie; I’ve been so caught up That I can’t even cry. They ignore my pleas As I try to run, I can write no more Because my identity is gone.

TLRufener 16-Dec-05/4:55 PM
I wrote this poem about a year ago to a magazine editor that was trying to change my style to what they wanted. This can be directed at you, if you wish it, or it can be directed to any critic in the literary world.




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