Marker

by Sam M. Phillips

I am full of hubris,

I am made of the debris

Of every life which has come before,

I work with the raw

Materials which wash up on the shore,

I’ve always wanted more,

Wanted to prove myself,

But I can’t even improve myself,

I am what I am,

Made up of elements I did not invent,

Stuck in a body I can barely control,

I am the cork, floating in the ocean,

The water is emotion,

And I am only a marker.

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