The Fate of Those Inside

I have so many beginnings
And no ends.
The stories won’t finish,
The lives stay unlived.

Who am I
To be God
To the people
I have created.

Who am I
To create destiny,
deal out fortune,
And snip the threads
Of fate.

I am what must needs be
For the internal world
Lies uncreated
While inside the pen.
The people, I think,
Infect my life,
Trying to claw out,
To be observed.
The voices I know
Will be known by all
Until you hear them whispering
In your nightmares.

Published by: cynicalwordsmith

I am, by no means, a professional writer. I have no dreams of becoming such. I just enjoy writing in my very sparse free time, both poetry and short stories. If you enjoy any of my works in particular, feel free to tell me. I always enjoy the feedback.

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