The life I deem my own.A Poem by The Brooklyn NomadAbout taking life into your own hands, living how you see fit.
What am I but flesh and bone? An enigma I do decree!
Is what I am, just what you see, all atoms in the air? Or am I action, the things Ive done, my mark upon the world? Am I then, now and too come, my shade on threads of time? Within the void, from whence we're from, does design there lay? I know not, nor shall I ever, if life is from divine. Since I know not, nor shall I ever, life's path to pave is mine. From Dark to Light, till kingdom come, my king is what I am. My king, my god in land of life, the life I deem my own.
© 2014 The Brooklyn NomadAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThe Brooklyn NomadBrooklyn, NYAboutNew to the art of poetry, but long acquainted with the art of writing, Ive deemed now is the time to share with the world. Harsh critisism is welcome in my pursuit to sharpen my writing wit. I hail fr.. more..Writing
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