The Man I Used To Be Poem by Fab Ricciardi

The acceptance of my frailty
Towards my sobriety,
Forcing me to see,
I, no longer the man I used to be.

What’s become of me?
Of the man I used to be?

An oyster without its pearl,
An empty shell.
Its precious gem sucked out,
Leaving me full of doubt,
Wallowing in frustration,
Just a figment of my imagination,
Searching for salvation,
While living in damnation,
And I surrender to wander,

What’s become of me?
Of the man I used to be?

Like the oyster without its pearl,
Feeling worthless and alone,
A shell, helplessly looking for its pearl,
Just scraping by and living in this hell,
I alone, left to find
The man I left behind,

And seek until I see,
What’s become of me?
Of the man I used to be?