The mighty I AM

by Brandon Dykens   Mar 9, 2017


Sleep loses place to beings in space.
A nova arises in the morning with haste.
time loses its meaning
Once I became awake dreaming.
A shattered mirror holds no illusions to my shadow of sleeping.
Oneness fits on like a gauntlet
I run for the human race
which exists in a nightmare that drifts from seeing to blindness
A trip for the mindless.
A giant gate locked for its findness
A knock for the third eye aware
Softened by those who dare
to search for the mighty I am.

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  • 6 years ago

    by stormingdance (Lessa)

    Captivating.

  • 7 years ago

    by Amy Robles

    Love this!! So real and descriptive! It's great seeing your poems all lined up too!!