Poetry has left my soul
And without it I’m not whole
A shell of myself I am
Without the nourishment of rhyme

My tongue’s insensitive to savor
My eyes to color
My skin to pleasure and pain
I can’t tell sunshine from rain

I’m imprisoned by independence
I am not in attendance
Of my own existence
My heart’s in penance

Leslie Alexis

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-am-i-16/