Purpose For My Words

The rage of the night becomes unbearable

As pain sears through each and every ventricle

Groveling, gasping, crying on the floor

Anything to cease this grueling roar

On the verge of subcumbing to this war

A hope deep inside dares me for more

Picking up the pen in my trembling hand

This heart seems to have one last demand

Quietly at first to the sound of my cries

The story trickles out, my pain it defies

Every syllable comes at the price of a tear

Yet the power it brings extinguishes my fear

Every word brings breath

Each breath smothers death

For from breath I was created

That I might speak words unabated

The life I profess shatters the dawn

Just like the stars my sorrows are gone

Words have created a consuming fire

Rising from the sky for all to admire