The Vessel With An Iron Quill
O’Mighty Iron Quill of mines,
Drenched in the blood of a dying star heart,
Of which was forgotten throughout ages,
You speak for those who longed to be heard,
To utter their ghostly echoes that hid in the canyons depths.
To grasp you is both a blessing and baneful,
Filling my being with ink,
Allowing me to be a conduit for the broken and the damed.
Yet, tell me noble sage of mines,
When my empire erodes and crumble to dust with all of my memories,
Who am I when I’m stripped of the burdens I bore since her passing?
I’ve etched my soul onto parchment,
A liberator of truth to those who hid all of their anguish in the trembling shadows.
Should all of my tapestry that speak of many torment that unraveled a path of liberation meet it’s end?
And if my hand released it all, Causing me to abandon you,
Then answer me this:
What shall become of my symphonies that echoes my past sorrow?
Will it live on or will it cease to to ever play again?
If in the next morn I'm search for leads to my demise,
Will my differences I've made clin onto the soul I’ve touched and continue to lift them with my words?
Or is all I’ve done cling onto the wind and drift away like forgotten whispers?
If death greets me with open arms before I sing all my hymns and lullabies,
Should I cast myself into its embrace?
Will my words be written in the stars and travel through constellations?
Or will my words be muzzle from the world’s ears?
Will all my troubles be absolve from my soul?
Or will they haunt me for eternity?
These queries I lay before you and the world my beloved confidant,
For my heart is worn and tethered by corridors of despair,
Filled by the wails of my own demons,
Beseeching liberation from the shackles of my own making.
For those who have been supported of my work I thank you for everything ya have done.
I went on a hiatus to figure my life around and what I wanted to do with my writing.
And in search for that I found that I've lost my joy to just write for fun and just enjoy pouring my soul.
I'll admit I've been lost for so long, but im slowly coming back.
idc how many likes I get or follows or fans.
I just want my writing to touch peole in the soul and for them to understand they are not alone.
Everything else come after.
And in writing this poem I was listening to sleep token new song damocles and I remind me why I write poetry.
I write because I chose to be a conduit with my iron pen to reach those who dont have the courage to speak their truth and be their voice.
To let them know hey I am here and you aren't alone.
So thank you SleepToken and thank you for everyone who still enjoy my writing.
