I Am Clay Poem by Daniel Nwauzorma

I am clay...
An empire of dust and grace
I am a unique grand design.
The definition of chaos in solace.

This is not a song of praise.
Nor the anthems for legends in the sands of glory
This is the rhythm birthed from a life
That has walked the paths of hell in its fury

I am a country of loneliness.
A piano cherished by heroes unsung
I am a light, that corrupts the helms of darkness.
The hope of misery in the eclipse of the sun.

I am dawn, a tapestry of scars and glory.
Ask the winds, they'll whisper to you, my story.
I am a book, with black and white pages,
That harbors imaginations more complex than humanity.

As my soul glides on the sea of gravity.
Like leaves blown by the lips of time.
As i sail downwards into that pale white sky,
Turned upside down by insanity's resonating chimes.

Let me walk through the fires of that last song.
Smiling in fulfillment, at bliss with all odds and wrong.