My Poetry: Who Am I

Who Am I?

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Who am I?
suffocated
by life and love and money.
Who am I?
that craved
these three things
when they were just
abstract thoughts,
like water and poetry
in my parched throat and soul,
as I wandered the Savannah's
of my youth.
Who am I?
that dare bemoan
these things
that now suffocate.
Who am I?
I used to have cheekbones
and dreams
and an appetite
for those unquenchable things.
Who am I?
that now counts the stars
among my friends.
Who am I?
this stranger in your bed.