The Death of a Voice

I have been weakened
Broken into tiny pieces of my mind
Two days have passed since
My quintessential soul poetry
Betrayed and abandoned me

My shadow pursues me as I write these memories
May I be hunted down, may these remind me of who I once was

Let it be known
That I fought the skies and made past the gates
All Gods slayed and all angels saved
Only to be taken by one's most trustworthy

Let it be known
I am one of many who call themselves I
You are one of many who call themselves I
Therefore you are I but not I at the same time
But mind not of personal pronouns
For both I and You are but small fractions
Too small to be considered

Let it be known
That no one must be trusted
Even if under the same faction
All that breathes on these tormentous valleys
Must be destructed
And with each voice taken
The river may widen
Allowing the passage of more memories
Of forgotten pieces
To emerge end reassure a common enemy
Until the soul becomes
Solely water

Let it be known
That with my fall comes a war that will mark
A new age for this cave sage hermit

Let it all be known

Author's Note

poetry as in harmony

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A feel of personal thoughts in the poetry.
"Let it be known
That with my fall comes a war that will mark
A new age for this cave sage hermit"
I believe poetry won't forget us. We may forget the poetry. Words, memories and places. Just hidden away till needed again. Amazing poetry. Made me think dear Poet.
Coyote