Once a soft melodic tune
Whispered into the night:
I am...
An echo with no voice,
The lost of the found,
A silenced noise,
The hush of the loud,
The love of the heartless,
The bow of the proud,
The hope for the hopeless,
A scream with no sound...
The dark in the light,
The fragile brute,
The black in the white,
The cry of the deaf, the mute...
Here I lie:
I am the truth...
( I know most of you like poems which are longer and more detailed, but I wrote it short to make one think about its implicit meaning more than what's on the surface.)
