Adrift From My Identity Poem by John Sensele

Adrift! Adrift from my identity
I drift for miles frightening my future
I long once more for hallowed humanity
Lord, sever me from a rickety rupture.

Adrift! Adrift from my concept course
I drift away from the gift of the swift
I fumble and gamble in a sullied source
Lord, help me handle a shrewd shift.

Adrift! Adrift from my home
I drift away from my fortress in distress
I grope in the dark, without direction I roam
Lord, grant my spouse a rapid redress.

Adrift! Adrift from my creed
I drift away from terra firma
I bungle, shamble and stumble, indeed
Lord, help me grow wiser, warmer.