Another Voice in the Mist

i know many poets, some are brave enough to show the world what they have, and some conceive beautiful works of art that never see the light of day.

Why must the sturdy earth brake up into deadly shards?

Why must the warm fire leave everything charred?

Why must the healing water drown the life it supports?

Why must the playful air suffocate where ever it goes?

 

The earth beneath my feet keeps me steady and still

The earth beneath my feet can simply shift to kill

The earth beneath my feet is essential to our lives

The earth beneath our feet can be deadlier than knives

 

The fire that keeps us warm, keeps the electricity running through our veins

The fire that runs our cars, kills the people walking down the lanes

The fire that burns, in the sun or on the logs, keeps us from freezing

The fire that consumes, cooks our flesh until the time of our dying

 

The water that quinces our thirst, helps us survive the driest of days

The water that gives us life can sweeps our lives away

The water that is essential makes it so that we don’t simply die

The water that flow makes is so that we are able to cry

 

The air that whispers fills our lungs with life’s necessity

The air that purports fills our minds with infidelity

The air that pushes, powers the energy of the modern age

The air that lingers can traps us in death’s canary cage

 

The life that hardens challenges us to be that much stronger

The life that hypnotizes makes killers out of those who are not innocent any longer

The life that gives keeps us busy with new things to find

The life that survives leaves scars throughout one’s mind

 

The author that writes hides in his room

The poet that lies slowly walk towards her doom

The singer who hides never show his true talent to the world

The artist who creates can’t help it if her story is left untold.

 

The man who fears never reveal the talent he possesses

The woman who cowers can only watch as her esteem diminishes

The person who contains great talent seems to hide it from those he fears.

Not even sharing their art with the ones they hold dear

 

I wish I had outstanding talent in the stuff I do

I do what I do simply because I want to.

And I know others who create more than what is popularly believed

All I can say, I hope someday you’ll find the strength to share with me the things you have conceived 

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

This almost sounds like it could be a song. Some very important statements are in this. Great job.

[Shahrier]

thank you. i tried writing a song lyrics once, im not sure if i posted it on here, but if i have, its called dangerous thoughts, but i doubt i posted it on writerscafe.

[Brittany Zedalis]

I looked, and you haven't posted it.

[Brittany Zedalis]

and you're welcome :)