I am the voice whose truth made wondering hearts appear,
For simple words of mine have rung too nakedly sincere.
I am the soul who hides the tides no mortal eyes may see,
A sea of thoughts enclosed within the silent shell of me.
I am the friend of solitude, of shadow and of night,
Where darkness folds its wings around the fragile flame of light.
I read the language eyes confess when lips refuse their part,
The trembling script of silent souls inscribed upon the heart.
I do not fear the world’s farewell nor distance drawing far,
For pride within my spirit weighs more than the world’s bright star.
I take the share that Heaven gives with calm and grateful hand,
Thus richer than the kings who rule the dust of shifting sand.
When anger wakes its storm in me, I bind its burning breath,
For once the thunder breaks its chain it leaves behind but death.
I know revenge—its road lies clear before my inward sight,
Yet wisdom spares my days from fools unworthy of the fight.
I wear the dawn of hopeful smiles where passing eyes may see,
While hidden moons of grief still rise in secret tides of me. 💔
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
I am the voice whose truth made wondering hearts appear,
For simple words of mine have rung too nakedly sincere.
I am the soul who hides the tides no mortal eyes may see,
A sea of thoughts enclosed within the silent shell of me.
I am the friend of solitude, of shadow and of night,
Where darkness folds its wings around the fragile flame of light.
I read the language eyes confess when lips refuse their part,
The trembling script of silent souls inscribed upon the heart.
I do not fear the world’s farewell nor distance drawing far,
For pride within my spirit weighs more than the world’s bright star.
I take the share that Heaven gives with calm and grateful hand,
Thus richer than the kings who rule the dust of shifting sand.
When anger wakes its storm in me, I bind its burning breath,
For once the thunder breaks its chain it leaves behind but death.
I know revenge—its road lies clear before my inward sight,
Yet wisdom spares my days from fools unworthy of the fight.
I wear the dawn of hopeful smiles where passing eyes may see,
While hidden moons of grief still rise in secret tides of me. 💔
