A structualist

Who am I to judge

your presence of mind

to, if at least playfully nudge

my identity, without which i am blind.


Alas, in truth this was not how I wished

to express myself in a stringent manner

If I could dance, sing or paint I’d be so blessed

My prose must suffice, its voice a clamour.


Even though everything has already been written

different interpretations of the same still exist

the self already has been smitten

and in writing I may resist


The urge to stay true to form

the desire to adhere to function

stay with the crowd, provide the norm

Identical to others, I seek placation.



via Daily Prompt: Identical


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