David Semenske

Rookie - 47 Points (9/17/58 / Milwaukee, Wi)

Identity Crisis - Poem by David Semenske

I'm dazed and confused
I'm tired of being used
It is not me that you see
It is just your fantasy
It's an identity crisis
An identity crisis

Work all day for my pay
doing it the bosses way
At night I'm a fright
Wondering if all is right
It's an identity crisis
an identity crisis

Weekends here need a beer
Gotta get out of here
On the road one my hog
Acting like a dog
It's and identity crisis
An Identity crisis

All weekend long having fun
Riding in the sun
Seeing sights that I like
While sitting on my bike
It's and Identity crisis
An identity crisis

Sunday night come
The fun is done
Sleeping in my home
Feeling like a drone
It's an Identity crisis
An identity crisis

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about Identity Crisis by David Semenske

  • Gold Star - 19,841 Points Dr.tony Brahmin (11/14/2015 1:57:00 PM)

    At night I'm a fright
    Wondering if all is right
    It's an identity crisis
    an identity crisis Very well you are portraying the deep concerns of an identity crisis. now naming your such feelings and identifying it as identity crisis is your great achievement. thank you dear Poet. tony (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,500 Points Clarence Prince (8/22/2015 1:25:00 PM)

    Sunday night come
    The fun is done
    As comes Monday its back to work!
    Funny, but its true, David! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 55,667 Points Roseann Shawiak (7/26/2015 2:10:00 PM)

    Identity crisis, we all have them at one time or another, it's a despairing time of self-realization. Going within ourselves looking for illusive answers shadowing our minds, finding in the end that we have lost our interior spirituality and it has left us searching for what we've lost. Great insight and imagery, could definitely identify with your feelings and thoughts. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 73,522 Points Kelly Kurt (4/12/2015 1:36:00 AM)

    Know thyself. Easier said than done. Thanks for sharing, David (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 211 Points Rain ... (7/30/2014 12:49:00 PM)

    Identity crisis is a big problem.....the state in which we are having a body but which is void without a soul and that still work like a machine.....
    I love this poem very much, because I too tasted it..

    -Rain (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Poppie Mira (4/14/2014 4:15:00 AM)

    love it! ! well done. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 70,570 Points Gajanan Mishra (3/16/2014 10:21:00 PM)

    very fine, writing, identity crisis, I like it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 290 Points Jessica Lockhart (3/16/2014 10:14:00 PM)

    Love the poem. Bravo (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 16, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014

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