The destitute

The destitute

A 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
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Webster
Webster

Mumbai, Maharashtra, India



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Do 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..

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