What Am I

What Am I?

 

 

 

 

 

 

The impoverished heart of fabulous torment

 declares to what Am I.

The corridor laid of mourning and sting,

Was there increase to What Am I?

Some utter beautiful effects of me

yet I lay lacking of the beautiful.

Tis hard to thrust against the force of my course,

To lay stripped in my shame and misery.

What Am I that I should subsist and believe,

for reason is vanished to me.

Let it be enough that I should live,

But only in defeat and despair.

Feeble with no rudder;

With no berth to hold.

All I see is waste with tumbles of toil

to lay down all that is blessing.

Could love save me from my void?

Who Am I to be celebrated with joy?

Weeping and grinding of teeth

 to know the mistake of my life.

I can’t go back, it cannot be undone,

The fist in the gut, the slashing of wrists.

The pill bitter that promises rest.

bullet of death to taste pain no more.

Let the wrathful delight in my demise

They had the conquest to finally destroy a life.

Reviews

[Rusty]

Oh wow. I often think that my darkness is not recognizable or that it is something to be shunned. Then I read you. The fight of succumbing to despair or rally to hope? I understand this in a personal way. Thank you for daring to lay bare your heart in its throes of darkness and doubt, all with a subtle hint of hope. I am left with hope.

[Patrick]

Im sure everyone wants to know the story behind this. I felt the pulse, the heart as I read...you framed it well.

[Distant horizons]

Your beauty shines through the sadness of this piece. Wonderfully captured feeling that many feel, but few admit.

[Liderien]

thank you! Your writing is always much better. you write so clear!

[Distant horizons]

Nooo, but thank you :-)

[Kristin]

I love it! Its really good! I can feel the writers pain