I Am

I am the crippled fingers clinched as a fist to pray.

I am the frailing hand that never betray.

I am the voice chanting at a grave.

I am the tomorrow that never came.

I am the moon of a planet.

I am the hymn from your clarinet.

I am the night in you slept.

I am the darkness that left.

I am the gap between seconds.

I am the coffin that beckons.

I am the memory you forget.

I am the remembrance that you regret.

I am the love unloved.

I am the friendship that you forged.

I am the river bed underneath

I am the undying death.

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