Echoes

I’m broken. All that’s left is a shadow.
I’m death. All that’s left is an echo.
I’m cold. All of my feelings are drowning.
I’m pain. All of my breath is leaving.

I’m darkness. The light has been killed in the gloaming. 
I’m helpless. My spirit o’er mountains is roaming.
I’m lonely. All of my kin has been taken.
I’m anger. The soul of the ones left forsaken.

I’m hurting. All that’s left is a token
I’m fear. Wings sprout from those who are broken.
I’m sinking. Bear up from the shadows with light.
I’m dead. My soul fled from dread in the night.

I’m buried. My body may rest in the earth.
I’m risen. My spirit will join in the mirth.
I’m flying. Death cannot hold in my soul.
I’m crying. His Love has repaid the toll.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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June 13, 2020 at 8:00 PM
Olivia, could read your poems all night. Love the repetition of 'I'm'. It gives it strength and builds momentum, I like 'all that's left is a token' because that is all we leave..A token. And death cannot hold my soul. Wonderful. Dave.
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June 14, 2020 at 10:26 AM
Thanks for the comment! I really appreciate it :)
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