Liturature 1

What am I hiding?
What is it that, being so terrible
I have hid it from the light
upon its finding?
away have i hid it.
for so long
that the name, of such and artifact
has been lost.
we, as vessles of life
are defined by our secrets revealed,
Now i have hid my secret
and thus i have lost my name to night.

Alone i wander,
in the black dreamscape,
a prison to my soul,
so open and so empty,
it crushes me,
alone am i burried
in the lack of fellowship
covered in the nothingness
choked by the expance.
I am tourtured
Alone I wander,
nameless and without identity
My secrets lost to night.

This poem was written at 9:53 AM on 10-26-07. It was inspired by Nathanial Hawthorne's The Ministers Black Veil. I, in this poem, am expression the feelings of loss, and distance that was brought upon me. If you read any of my posts you will realize that I'm a different type of person, and there are things that i have hid from the world. I wrote this to express the way that if you hide that which defines you, you will become nothing, just a tool for the world to use. To loose ones personality, character, and to loose ones name is very difficult. and I am making reparations for this. For all my life i have been called Eric. quite possibly one of the most generic names possible. Now, however, I am taking my soul away from that name, and giving myself a name that belongs to me. I, from this day forth am Jaska. I have freed my soul and now my soul will retrieve its identity lost to night. Jaska is not my name, I am Jaska's soul.