No Surrender

No Surrender

A Poem by Douglas Levi Gribbins
"

I chat with my demons.

"
I wouldn't pay to be famous, everyone trying to match it.
I ain't got a shovel, I can't bury the hatchet."
But somehow My hole keeps getting deeper
All these demons controlling me, like zoo-keepers
 i'd try to walk with them, talk with them, 
No "Woe is me" 
"But who is the
Guy who wrote like he told he could control it?
You're too weak for me, you and me both know it!""
I can't believe my past led to you to control me
"But now That  part passed, You're happy, you owe me"
Show me a document, where i had signed up for this!
"Look at this, in your blood, See that black line? it's over it.
But it wasn't my fault that you made the choices that you made."
Was it my vulnerability, or my misery that made you stay?
My shoulders feel like my world is ending.
And if you can't let go, then i'll take you with me.
Blowing your mind aswell as mine, both literally
All this pain your giving me is hell, but i live it willingly.
Rather me than someone else, If i can live through what i felt
For now it's all over, I've lit the fuse
But if this kills me, it kills you too.
No surrender...

© 2014 Douglas Levi Gribbins


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Seriously powerful mojo going on in the writing. Wow. I can identify with the feelings and the storyline, the "trapped" moments. I love how you threaded this together. Masterfully done.

I had to actually sit back and release a long held breath upon reading the last lines. Had I read no other portion of the poem, these lines still would have zapped me.

"For now it's all over, I've lit the fuse
But if this kills me, it kills you too.
No surrender..."

Such finality there. The surrender that comes in never surrendering. The ultimate surrender to fate. So amazing.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Emotionally and strong writing friend.
I enjoyed it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I can't tell you how much I enjoyed reading this poem. It said so much, esoecially about you. It's easy to see how good of a person you are reading your poems. Beautiful job:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


"I wouldn't pay to be famous, everyone trying to match it.
I ain't got a shovel, I can't bury the hatchet."
But somehow My hole keeps getting deeper"
I agree. I like the calm life. Competition always would leave the best part of life forgotten. Life is struggle and fight. I believe the person with less hate and need for revenge wins. No concern for hate to hold on to. I like the strong ending to the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is really strong, and very descriptive of the pain you feel, I like it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


An incredibly deep and emotional write - your maturity in your writing is amazing for someone so young. You are very talented. I enjoyed reading this very much

:) Julie

Posted 10 Years Ago


The bond is amazingly depicted, the one between a guy and his demons. The flow is especially great. And love how it ends..

Posted 10 Years Ago


It is quite an intense writing my friend. People who do wrongs to you sadly you do not matter to them and not even your revenge. I myself had rage to kill those who did wrong to me but it only burnt my blood and could not do any good. Forgiveness is not territory of any faint hearted but that is they only way forward.
You have to get out of that vicious cycle and find your liberation by becoming strong enough to look after yourself and to earn your love for self back.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Incredibly talented keep writing :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Nice poem, I think I feel those kind of emotions some times

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on October 27, 2014
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