I Am 17
I am a cracked fortress
Repairs are slow
With only one soul.
I am sitting on the edge of a cliff
With darkness below
Inside a galore behold.
I am the rain with the sun shining
The shadows are not blinding.
I am a fool for adventure
Though caution is sublime.
I am luck's reject
With my own to mold.
I am a silent sentry
Who makes ears cry
And the annoyed sigh.
I am undecided
With what to reside in
Perhaps it means I am on both sides then.
Bellow and behold for this is I am
Mayhem is silent
While I am vibrant.
I am switching it up to tell a different tale
Oh, that guy is such a pail.
I am long and complicated
As my imagination soars
Wondering galore for Gondor.
I am the Doctor who tells all tales
Speak my name and chaos shall reign
For not even I can speak my name.
I am power, I am fear
Bring me near and you will sear.
Bring me trust and I am sincere.
I am honest, I am free
Oh, what a fee to be.
I am done
So very, very done.
Now to travel Into the West
I am such a humble pest.
This poem is about:
Me