born again

i..

i have nowhere left to run..

spit and poison mixed with,

tainted fraudulent dreams,

giving in to the worthlessness,

intension that were never clear,

gives my head an audible crack,

forgetting all that i ever thought to hold dear,

pointing to my,

fragmented,

tormented,

spiteful,

self..

i lose myself..

i love myself,

god that feels wrong,

rephrase,

i like myse,

rephrase,

i exist in myself,

never caring,

never living enough,

to ever see,

that i..

i am a f*****g liar..

a f*****g loser,

writing,

thinking that glory,

of days,

past is still,

within reach,

certainly,

i can still think,

sentient,

selfish,

self..

insane,

unjust,

loathsome..

even in my,

darkest,

mom,

ents,

i call out,

hearing my voice,

hit walls,

getting flung back,

into my face..

for even when night is darkest,

i still burn bright,

not as the boy who fell,

to lust,

greed,

and sloth..

but as the man,

who overcame himself,

I am a fallen hero..

The fallen hero..

who never got back up..

Author's Note

thoughts?

Reviews

[A Risen Heroine.]

Very honest, I like it.
But I don't really like the hopelessness.
Hope you're getting better.

-Sandra

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my old friend. I have missed you.
"I am a fallen hero..
The fallen hero..
who never got back up.."
Hero, fool and luck. Can play all in the same second. Thank you for sharing your words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Dayran]

Not sure what I'll say about this ... other than to suggest that a period of rest ... slowing down ... and finding a commitment to a cause or project ... as a way to pick it up again. Your poem leaves very little in the way of hope and optimism ... expressed with determination.