Riddled

6/11/15

I am wisdom,
spiraling towards
the heavens
as my body stays
trapped within
dusty pages.

I am the dark breath
that steals life
from your lungs
and offers it as
a sacrifice
to inspiration
while drums pound
out the tune of
my beating heart.

I am unwritten,
winding trails
around attentions
until my traps are set,
laid carefully between
words for their next victim.

I am hope,
waiting for
my time to
be unleashed.