A Powerful Voice
I'm in a building made with concrete ceilings and walls caked thick with layers of decades old dust and littered with unfulfilled promises and broken pieces of past failures
The manacles on the wall look so dark and looming
A skeleton falls to break the burden of silence
Like a man finally falling under a cross that's become too heavy to carry
I can see so clearly in the dark its a frightening truth that speaks so clearly to my heart
In the future if humans want too survive they must evolve
I know every nook and cranny of these three stories
I tell this story under my breath in an undertone as evils press me into a corner
I can see the light of their eyes glowing in the dark
searching my soul for any signs of weakness
They feed on fear but there is no fear in me
Because Love drives fear away
They're like my fellow classmates in a classroom observing the respect my voice commands as the power of my voice is like the tip of a warhead sitting on my lips
as a land mass the size of a continent breaks off the ice shelf
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2014
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