In the dark and stormy night
I fell asleep,
At midnight I dreamt that
I had lost my human identity,
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A sad but brilliant and reflective write. Our ideals and identities today are shaped by outside influences we have no control of, or even worse are unaware of. If one loses his/her identity in a world of the unidentified, who is left to rescue anyone.
Awful nightmare turned to a wonderful poem