Stolen Identity

Well, how can I not on World Poetry Day?

This one is weird, I’m not really feelin’ it today, but I had to spit out something on Poetry Day!

Stolen Identity

A book with no face.

A life with no purpose.


No likes.

She liked that.

She liked that more than she should.

No. Purpose. The words rang loud in her ears.


They said it would happen eventually.


She had counted down the days.

And now that it was here, she wished she never liked it, never anticipated it in the first place.


She had lost herself.

-D.R Breshears




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