I Am Poem by Joshua Swanson

I am the silence between beats;
I am the stillness of the breath;
I am the drifting void of thought;
I am the open hand of death.

I am the empty wanderer,
Who searches for a final end.
I am the one who silent, seeks,
A world to transcend.

I am the dead who march in rows,
I am the life-force of the grave,
I am the one you dare not touch,
I am the one you cannot save.

I am the student of the void,
That lurks within each mortal soul.
I am the seeker of the word,
That spoken, marks each man as whole.

I am the future of your soul,
I am the past that might have been,
I am the tale never told,
I am the future not forseen.

I am the first to walk the path,
That every man has walked before.
I am the lonely voice that speaks,
A prophecy that all ignore.

I am the marker of the lost,
I am the finder of the found,
I am the dark in every light,
I am the silence of each sound.

I now compose my silent speech,
More eloquent than any words,
And hope this time that you will hear,
These last, fatal, discordant chords.