Trapped between silence and speech
Words can be dangerous
Silence might be a ******  
Poetry is a way out;
It says a lot.
At the same time, it says nothing
It's  silent- a sea before the storm ,
a volcano that can explore at any time-
It speaks, and it tells a  story
where verses, lines, rhymes,  tunes... are the main characters in her story .

the humans ignore me,
day and night they let me be,
but today, one of them, acting so unusual,
walked up to me casually.

raven-haired and midnight eyes,
questioning me with one that was a surprise,
who are you, he asked me, eyes narrowing.
moments later, no answer and time flies.

i asked him, are you not scared?
he stood frozen still as i stared,
of course not!
he haughtily declared.

i snorted and guffawed,
i wanted to applaud,
but alas, i cannot as my hands are tied behind my back.
i said to him that he is human and that he is flawed.

i could really see steam coming out of his ears,
and i couldn't help but give him my bestest of sneers.
it is true that I am imperfect, he said,
but I work with my blood, sweat, and tears.

before I could answer, though, i could see the sun rising.
i ignored the human and continued walking, my powers waning.
as soon as i looked away, the urge to turn around compelled me.
i looked back and saw that he was never really a human being.