The Chosen Poem by jonathan fields

The Chosen



The chosen
By: Jonathan Fields

I am the chosen
Who knows for what
I have a destiny
But for what
To get beat on
To get lied to
To get sent away
I am the chosen

I am the chosen
Am I picked to lead an army
To save a life
To die for someone
I am the chosen



I am the chosen
Do I really have a life to live for
Or am I born to die
But isn't everyone
Just some sooner than the others
Each in a special way
I am the chosen

I am the chosen
Death has a sick sense of humor
Why can't we live forever
Or at least die peacefully
Why can't we choose our death
Or when to die
Or what we do in life
Is it because we are nothing but an empty shell
Never going far
Never moving
I am the chosen
We are the chosen

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