*Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^*

*Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^* Poems

The thief of my Identity

To my Friends and Family
My true Identity
...

Into the woods we traveled, with little fear and dought,
Into the woods we traveled, with no way out.

Into the woods we traveled, with thoughts of the new day,
...

Day after Day,
Week after Week,
(Pg 108, Ch XVIII)
...

All i want is to be huged, and not be treated like a thug,
All I wanted was to hold you and say 'I love you, ' not shuned for the fun,
All i wanted was to be told that 'I care about u, ' not 'I hate u'
All i wanted was to have your attention, not the depressed feelin
...

This web of spiraling emotion
Weaving in and out of control
Lost in this universe
No one cares
...

I wish i was dead, I wish i was no-more,
I have tasted the fruit of life, and i must say it is rather bad,

People tell me i should be grateful for what i have,
...

I will sit here today,
I will sit here tomorow,

I have waited, a minute,
...

I reached to soon, with mind and thought
to fall the hard way down

I reached to soon, , with heart and soul
...

Where their was once light,
Their is darkness now

Where their once was hope
...

Into this time we move,

with Hopes, and Regrets,
with Bills, and Debts,
...

Death Here I am
Waiting for Thee

I sit here comfortably numb,
...

12.

You kick me when im down
You kick me when im up

it dont mater the time
...

I once loved
The excitment, the thrill
The life i lived
But only fate will play
...

The mind so dark
The freedom is lost
The last chance dead
The fear is abroad
...

Darkness is my Dream
So far astray is the mind
The demon is awake
The mind has fallen
...

Too physicaly young
Too mentaly old

No one to hold
...

I have Lost my way,
My way to my soul.

I have lost another day,
...

Ohh Ye Sunshine, Ohh Ye Sunshine

Why must i feel so cold in the day,
When u are beaming with such warmth,
...

Thoughts of Nothing
Thoughts of Darkness

No Dreams or Goals
...

The Best Poem Of *Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^*

Me: The Thief Of My Identity

The thief of my Identity

To my Friends and Family
My true Identity
Is all that makes me

I stole my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for

If not for my soul,
I would be lost once again
For my True Identity has fled me
Fled me for another

It is the dancing shadow you play with,
The beauty you can see in yourself,
And the hostility.
It wants to see you suffer,
It is most content, when you are in despair.

When I can look into my self
and find the real Identity of my inner self,
Until then I will not blame anyone
for my misfortune

*Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^* Comments

Harry 12 February 2019

Would love to know the context behind the poems and more about the history of Brad Combs

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Aya Ezz 22 February 2018

Beautiful, soulful, and exceptional in depth. Thank you.

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James Timothy Jarrett 26 July 2008

Nicely written. Well said

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