Who and what I am no one really knows

Who and what I am no one really knows
and the things in my mind
at times like a tornado blows
for a place of escape to find

into a world of bewildered noise
where my esteem and memories are lost
in a place without comfort or joys
where in shattered pieces my words are tossed

where even a whole religion spreads gossip and lies
while I try to walk with the creator God
they try to destroy my integrity, my humanity dies,
and friendless on uncharted ways I have to trod

while my own loved ones know me not,
do not even comprehend the thoughts that I have got.

[Reference: “I am – yet what I am none cares or knows” by John Clare.]

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!