Chatterbox: Inkwell

My Poetry

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I am

Am I alive, in this twisting, turning staircase called life?

Am I alive, for I feel alive,

watching, glistening, a frozen myriad of lights

the breath of frost, tantalizing lights dancing on my fingertips

Am I alone,

in this kaleidoscope of world's and stars?

Am I alone, for I feel alone,

feeling, breathing an empty space of darkness and light,

the angels' souls infusing me with awe,

the power of the universe in my hand,

a dark abyss of evil

Am I awake, in the heart of stone?

Am I awake, for I feel awake,

Gritty, hard, immovable

Stone cold, yet with a beat of life

A thumping soul

Pounding in rhythmic gyrations

Of earth

Am I, in the world alone

Am I, for I feel I am,

Alone in the heavens

Or in Hell do I rule

Either, neither, both

I am the judge, the jury,

The condemned, the accuser,

And the executioner.

I am Death, the welcoming darkness

Or Death, the angel of Hell?

Who knows but I

I know who knows

I know

I know the stone heart burning bright

I know the void bleeding life

Am I God? You who

Say I am

God I am, who

Knows but I

I am, was

And ever shall be,

But was I made?

Or do I make?

Am I the God?

The puppeteer

Or merely His herald

A messenger angel?

I am the wind

The gentle zephyr

The fierce gales

The howling storm

I am the water

A chuckling brook

The darkness of the sea

Empty, or full of life?

I am the fire,

Sweeping heat,

Warming souls

Or burning life

I am the Earth

The shell of life

Brittle and soft

Unyielding and giving

From dust you were formed

And unto dust you will return.

Am I the hands that formed,

Or the breath that filled the shells

Or am I the dust?

Are you me?

Am I you?

Who am I?

Who

Are

You?