We are not just born from a womb,
We are created.
Created from what; you might ask,
Created from stardust and clay; I might reply.
The only thing we cannot control is our beginning,
And our destiny.
But the thing that we can all truly control,
Is who we are. And who we want to be.
And for now,
That is the only thing that matters.
// ask yourself.
Who are you? And who do you want to be?
YOU ARE READING
For I Was God.
PoetryPoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
