My breath is the wind
I exhale calm and slowly
Releasing my soul
Tears fall from my eyes
Water salty like the sea
Drenches my dry face
My heart holds the fire
It burns brightly with passion
Flames dance deep within
I rose from the earth
One day I will be returned
I contain The Four.
About the Creator
Frank Ezernack III
I'm a production manager at a pallet factory in Pennsylvania. I write poetry in my free time as a hobby and a passion. It's an honor to be able to share my work with you all! I write on a wide variety of subjects and themes. Enjoy!
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The Sound That Carries Me
When I lie in bed, the train always finds me. The wheels slam against the tracks, loud and unforgiving, like something inside me that never learned how to rest. The horn cuts through the dark in broken intervals. Too close, too real, impossible to ignore. It drags me back to the fields of my childhood. Back when I thought life was simple. It wasn't. I just didn't have the language for how heavy it already felt. I was small, trying to survive things I didn't know how to name yet.
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