Poetry has left my soul <br />And without it I’m not whole <br />A shell of myself I am <br />Without the nourishment of rhyme <br /> <br />My tongue’s insensitive to savor <br />My eyes to color <br />My skin to pleasure and pain <br />I can’t tell sunshine from rain <br /> <br />I’m imprisoned by independence <br />I am not in attendance <br />Of my own existence <br />My heart’s in penance<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-am-i-16/