Eyes
pieced together from fragments
of darkened amber.
Lies
mitigated by the solemnity
of souls.
Dream, you sleep;
scream, (you reap);
silver, you deep, and
fire seems to speak...
My destiny - and I
Define it as a translucent
Sheet of paper, softly
Entwined in ice, unfulfilled
As long as my pleas are
not spoken. Voice what you
can, flee what you will,
but my vision, silence,
is waiting to still...
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.