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What am I?
I grew from a thought
and yet remain unbound
I’m a bomb to man
from the day he was born,
never was his friend
so, I rob him of his youth
health and hope.
Yet, he says
I heal all wounds
and all wounds are decaying.
I torment him,
take away his family
then fade them away.
Feeling generous, by leaving
him memories of what was.
I govern him by controlling
his every decision,
regrets and losses.
I corrode, decay
and yet I don’t exist,
existing in the minds of man.
Man trade me for currency
and never promising
freedom, only a trip
to the grave.
He always gamble
with his life as
I loop him in karmic cycles,
blindfolding him and
throwing him in a maze,
a maze, he
just completed
now of which
he doesn’t know
and yet I don’t exist,
existing in the minds of man.
Copyright ©
K. Parker
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