Am I Me?

By Andrew Szymanski

An eclectic collection of poetry, words, thoughts and feelings about life, food, creatures, family, and other random things that popped into my subconscious. And I also observed and listened to other things too. Well, it helps really.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrew Szymanski
• Release date: Sep 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301447831

Andrew Szymanski

Having lived in London all my life, I have met and interacted with many wonderful characters, seen lots of normal, strange, and weird things, and have worked (sadly some might say) in IT for over 25 years. And from all this experience of life (so far), I have found a wealth of inspiration for the vast majority of the poetry and stories I write. I currently live in Surrey with my wife Nela, my daughter Isadora, and I am forever rescuing them from spiders, flying insects, and other creepies that always suddenly appear. I also have a black cat called Rory who does his best to help me catch things.

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AM I ME?

By

Andrew Szymanski

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Copyright 2013 Andrew Szymanski

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Please note that the spelling is a combination of both UK and US and some made up by me.

This poetry collection is dedicated to my family; past, present, and future.

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Devoid

I see the world in a perspex box

And I am outside looking in

The suffering I create is within my soul

The only release comes from my dreams.

And as I smash my fist against the wall

The earth it shakes but continues to turn

The release of pain is all I have left

But still the walls push me away.

Grief

The closeness of my mother’s touch

My father running his fingers through my hair

I miss their presence around my life

If there is a God then it is not fair.

The stories, the laughter, and the