Survivor

Something that just came out.

So tired of life,

Sick and tired of it all.

Climbing mountains,

And again I fall.

 

Life breaks me,

As I try to survive.

The demons inside,

The world insists to revive.

 

I suffer the insanity,

With my own tearful cries.

Asking God the same questions,

When I will meet my demise.

 

Keep telling my self,

I have a great heart.

So why must the world

Tear my soul apart.

 

Taking the pride,

And stripping it all away.

Left here wondering

Why I'm still around today.

 

I think back on my life,

Wondering how I'm still here.

Surviving through the torment

That had my own life in fear.

 

Suffering the abuse,

Of society's blade.

Forcing back the demons

That come alive, then fade.

 

A survivor, that may be

But I didn't do it alone.

She reigns queen in my world,

As she sits upon her throne.

 

 

Reviews

[Y.F.]

The most noticeable thing in this poem is, of course, the inner struggle, but there's also a lot of hope, just by using the word surviver.
At first it seems like you might be giving up, but then you pick yourself right back off the ground and keep on fighting.
You've managed to turn an inner struggle into an actual battlefield, with your usual superb imagery.

[Michael X]

Rayne, i enjoyed how you open with metaphorical imagery of tumbling down a mountain because its
effective at reasoning your thoughts in light of pondering, which in turn draws the reader to
ponder the meaning, stellar depth enhanced by the haunting emotional portrayal, like hovering
mist, your words have a consuming nature, tracing soul's outline with black chalk on black asphalt,
one can feel the subtle tranparency, and that being the mirrored perspective reflecting
the meaning, powerfully creative, the overshadowing emotion is ominously artistic, excellent.