The destituteA Poem by Webster
One may rise, from the ashes like a phoenix
But the skies have no place to soar When the heavens gave no head to my yearning call The land is where I crashed and tore A crater so large I could barely look out Amongst the rocks I lay and cry The tears flowed down my eyes to my wounds Burned through my blood screaming to my God "Oh why!" In this wretched place I fall back again Feels like the beginning, no end in sight Down in the darkness my shadows linger Surround me, pull me down; no respite This is where I belong, no reason to shift When all I do brings me down with guilt No matter how far I go or how long I fight Never shall I escape "the long dark night". © 2024 Webster |
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Added on October 10, 2024 Last Updated on October 10, 2024 AuthorWebsterMumbai, Maharashtra, IndiaAboutDo I write to fill a void deep inside, where others can never reach to fill. Only pure emotions flow through my words. I hope I reach out to others who feel the same as in words I write and emotions I.. more..Writing
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