who am I? : francispoems

I don’t know who I am any more

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A skinny lad soldier

I survived on death’s arena

I fought death's command

Made to wear his mark

Wrote with his pen

Serving death

 His poignant bloody meals

With pain in my heart

I slaughtered with his pen

Dripping souls bloodily

A pool under my feet

Imprisoning my humanity

And my love growing cold

I abused the fragile

Killed the strong

I had no choice

Than eat the meal of death

And survive each day

The evil I groomed

Hunted my existence

Ruling my day

Each day a cost to pay

I’m certain of no yesterday

Even if it does

There is no way

I’m here now

I did what I have to do

And avoided which I can’t

Saved those I can

But the toll on me

Is much heavier

Than the ox yoke

I have buried my love

Feeling and affection

Even for those I love

I’m that creature

That I made myself

A name that itches my ear

And dispatches my soul

Who am I?

Don’t tell me

It itches my heart

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I don’t know who I am anymore

Who am I?