The destitute

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".

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

as i have throughout my life experienced bouts of intense depression, this work really resonates with me. 'In this wretched place I fall back again,' and again, and again. it's by some miracle i have not ended my life yet. and if anyone asks why, i really dont know. but i do live, being too stubborn, and i take off and fly - more like a pigeon than a phoenix, but flying. i search for brief moments of respite. even just one good thought a day, and i know i have won.

[Webster]

Most of my work stems from me living with depression. And I started sharing my work when another friend of mine who deals with the same read one of my poems by stumbling upon my other blog accidentally. He literally came up to me and showed me the poem explaining how he resonates with it and it really helped him not feel alone. Most of my work are actually emotions that I have to let out 'lest they burst out in some untoward manner. That is how I deal with my sudden bouts of depressive episodes.
I am so happy to see that others out there can resonate with the same and not feel alone. I always live by the rule of at least having one person smile through the day. Be it a smile of happiness or content.
Thank you Ern for the brilliant review.

[Chris Shaw]

Speaks to me of a permanent struggle with depression and not being able to escape its clutches. The fourth stanza has me shouting out, never give up. Keep looking for a glimmer of light. Nicely composed lines Webster.

Chris

[Webster]

Thank you Chris. Yes depression has taken its toll. But poetry is one way I feel I can let out all these feelings and it does seem to help.
Thank you for reading my work☺️

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome. Poetry can be good therapy. Keep writing.