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I am the caged
It is not the answers to the questions that are hard to hide
But the questions that evoked such answers that are hard to find
One day I was asked a question
And my answer remains the same
I am Darkness
And the King of Carcasses
I am the open wound
And the broken soul
I am the gate
The fence
And the baby
That all amounted to nothing
But an open hole
I am the void
The Devoid
And the Devil's hold
I am the hated
The shunned
And the left alone
I am the one
With one million prayers to pray
And an open book
With no ink on the page
I am the dark ink on the page
All your crestfallen days
And the scorched wings of a slave
I am the one who saved
Self from the grave
When I erased the page
And become a blank slate
I am the caged
But the questions that evoked such answers that are hard to find
One day I was asked a question
And my answer remains the same
I am Darkness
And the King of Carcasses
I am the open wound
And the broken soul
I am the gate
The fence
And the baby
That all amounted to nothing
But an open hole
I am the void
The Devoid
And the Devil's hold
I am the hated
The shunned
And the left alone
I am the one
With one million prayers to pray
And an open book
With no ink on the page
I am the dark ink on the page
All your crestfallen days
And the scorched wings of a slave
I am the one who saved
Self from the grave
When I erased the page
And become a blank slate
I am the caged
Published 16th Apr 2014
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16th Apr 2014 6:13pm
16th Apr 2014 7:31pm
Thanks a whole lot for your comment. this poem comes from a pretty dark place... i wrote it because people seem so fixed on me answering their questions but then feel that my responses are disturbing. This is how i really feel and not how people want me to feel.
17th Apr 2014 6:13am
17th Apr 2014 4:56pm