Things That You Become Poem by Dorsey Baker

Things That You Become



You become a prisoner
Of the war that you make
You become a victim
Of the heart that you break
You become a seed
Of the seeds that you sow
You become servant
Of the stones that you throw
You become a target
Of the things that you hate
You become so fragile
In the hand of fate
You become the voice of thunder
Barking at the sky
And the lightning
Striking nearby

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