Out of the night that covers me,
Black as a pit or depthless hole.
I thank the Lord on bending knees
For my impassioned soul.
In grasping clutch of circumstance,
Where tears are smeared and cry is loud,
Under the strikes of fateful lance-
I may be bloody but unbowed.
Beyond the years of loss and fails,
That pass into the wandering shade,
I'll leave the distinct path of trails,
Where fate shall find me unafraid!
It all begins when ends the strife,
And starts after the inky dot.
I am the master of my life.
I am the Capitan of my boat.
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PoetryTHE WINNER OF #ZODIACAWARDS2020 IN CATEGORY "POETRY" "But have you ever thought what makes you feel alive? That gentle ache when we are happy It makes us human beings." Hi everyone! Here you can see some of my art. These writings help me learn my i...
