I was once a breeze that was soft and reached everywhere even in the midst of the storm that was trying to engulf me.
I was, among the roses, drinking their sweet wine and giving them time in return, to grow wiser than older.
But now I'm a hurricane that is destroying nothing but itself and stabbing itself by the thorns of the same roses that once bloomed.
I was once the laughter at a mundane joke, a weeper at the slightest of chaos, a matter of a bird's chirp
And now im the silence at the same joke, creater of the same chaos, and murderer of the same chirp I had known
I was once, a writer of the heaviest of hopes, dreamer of finding the unknown, a candle which refused to blow
And now I'm the burner of the same pages I wrote, destroyer of the same dream I had sown and the darkness despite the same candle I had owned
I was once the heart of a pure soul
And now im the ashes of the same heart I was before.
© sarahna