Identity. (a poem)


a doer of sins
a hater of kins,
a wanderer spreading
his madness,
Who am I in these strange lands
of happiness and sadness…

a beggar of thoughts,
a defeat of battles fought,
a feather
of no breed,
Who am I in these strange lands
of trickery and greed…

a dying flower,
a wounded lover,
a broken piece
of heart,
Who am I in these strange lands
which set love apart…

a ray of light,
an ender of fight,
a shade beneath
the sun,
Who am I in these strange lands
of roses and guns…

a sack of smiles,
a keeper of viles,
a kin
in each foe,
Who am I in these strange lands
will I ever know?

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