I
I
I am the words that dare not be
spoken,
The whispering darkness you never
hear.
I am the cry of a heart when 'tis
broken
I am the voice of your deepest
fear.
I am the warmth that rises from
frozen fire
The chill in the touch of a hot
iron's brand.
I am the ashes that smolder
before the pyre.
I am the water that parches the
sand.
I am the color you find in the
deepest cave
Darkest and purest without any
hue.
I am the chasm that opens to be
your grave.
I am the voice whose lies are all
true.
I am the scent of a flower that
breathes out death
Capturing laughter in bright
steel bands.
I am the wind that shouts without
any breath.
I am the giver without any hands.
I am the thief that comes in to
steal your soul
You do not need it as much as I
lust.
I am the broken glass always but
never full.
I am the deed that you may not
but must.
I am the hope that blooms sweetly
'fore you die
Speaking of brightness when you
cannot see.
I am the promise that breaks with
a gentle “I
Am the prison without any key.”
Inspired by "He was the soundless words repeated again." from Reborn From Fire, Chapter 21
by Ashlyn Hayes.
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*claps wildly* This poem is fantastic!!! :D The imagery and power in every word is incredible, and I can't believe I forgot how good it was! I am so glad you posted it to your blog. :D
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