[Like thunder, I roar. Like lightning, I strike. Like frost, I bite.]
[With no one in site.]
[I am hot like the sun yet cool like the moon. I speak the truth when I'm not it spoken to. ]
[Can't stop me, don't try. Can't beat me, don't deny. You aren't me, realise.]
[Don't think I don't see the pain in your eyes, like the gods you cry great oceans of why.]
[Why does my sigh bring upon the chills of the wind. Why does the tornado never stay in. ]
[An earth-quake that does break, out from my skin.]
[Everything that is out, was made from within.]
[Like fire, I burn. Like sparks, I fly. Like ashes, I die.]
[This is the circle of life.]
[From time to time there's a point in our lives where we have felt we could fly.]
[Flight forged from a burn of a fire we unearthed.]
[Till we fall to the ground with no single word.]
[Warmth of a light that starts within'. No begging no sin. As pure as it gets.]
[But up we go no matter the woe and down we plumage no matter the rubbish.]
[This is the cycle from which we take coverage.]
- Author: Descreat (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 22nd, 2017 22:36
- Comment from author about the poem: Part one of a three part series. I know I have been offline for a while. I am trying to change that, please let me know all of your feelings on this \\\"start-up\\\" piece.
- Category: Unclassified
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