Who am I? I am the screams from the wind that blows In the oozing blood from veins of death I am gri ef I am the voice without a sound Standing on a pedestal without legs Talking to ghosts I am loneliness I am the eyes of a soul in shades of black I am guilt I am the surrendering will of a believing soul Whose brokenness knows no rest I am agony I am the shooting star whose light shot arrows Never caught a glimpse of glory bright I am the silent sobs of an infant who never sucked The milk from its mother’s breasts I am rejection I am the stubborn gravel matte that chokes The stem of its umbilical grip I am bitterness I am the recurring echoes of laughter And giggles in the silent walls of lonely souls I am hope I am the subtle whisperly winds From a weeping willow that dries The fresh blood dripping from the stench Of un forgiveness I am the warm embrace with a kiss On invisible scars that c...