Identity
What am I?
Just another pound of flesh?
or a benign spirit,
entangled in an emotional mesh?
Am I a barcode,
or just a number?
Still not awakened
from his slumber.
I may be the
mortal incarnation,
of a humble soul
in any far off nation.
I may be fair,
black or brown.
A less fortunate have-not
or the one adorning the crown.
Am I the chosen one?
Blessed or cursed?
Gifted with abilities?
Or inept and worst?
Whoever am I
I am born to die.
To return to the elements
when I'll bid goodbye.
Ashes to ashes,
bones to bones.
Be it in the graves
or in the fire that shone.
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