I am but a Voice
I am but a Voice
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
I am but the voice of reason,
imparting what my mind constructs,
ever yearning, reaching for elusive truths,
and the power they hold.
I alone embrace little importance,
no more than a breath exhaled,
a scattered thought of passing consciousness,
a vague touch of acknowledgement.
What I see is but a blink of sight,
a vision of potentials,
and what I explore is enough of me used up,
all I can bare in the vast open world.
I am a spec of light in the darkness of lost souls,
a single voice of hope instilled.
No answers do I hold, just the possibility,
and the core of loves seat within.
I am passage to truth,
still waters in the torrents of turbulent life,
and a mind freed from imprisonment.
the walls that contain me are mine alone, chosen.
What I am I have become,
moulded out of life’s pain and joy,
a reluctant servant of time imparted,
lost to memories and the cruelty of understanding.
My words have wings,
to fly high above the mundane,
and the ill-intent of sour lifeless beings,
caught in the web of disillusionment.
I have no cause to strike hearts with malice,
only the intent of loving rebirth,
investing in the sallow lives of the lost,
their grieving to an end.
My will is less than this,
my path lain out in gilded stone.
I am the shell of far greater purpose,
aligned to expose the harmony of truth.
I am a vessel,
to be filled, always.
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