Desolation

Sometimes, though the world is full of people, you can't help but feel all alone in it.

I woke up one morning to find myself dead

In a pool beneath me was the life that I had bled

I took a look around to see who the culprit could be

But I stopped short when I realized the culprit was me

 

I had forgotten that, the night before

I had beaten myself into a pile on the floor

The weapon of choice had been my own fist

That symbol of strength now had a deathwish

 

"Why did I do it?" I pondered aloud

That's when I remembered that I used to be proud

I stood up against opposition, a hero to the world

Now I couldn't stand up to myself, and was about to hurl

 

The colors spewed from me, telling of last night's tale

Vodka, whisky, and a bit of ale

I tried to steady myself against the wall

But it dissapeared as I touched it, like it was nothing at all

 

It was a part of the world, which had betrayed me

So were the floors and furniture, which also broke free

I fell to the ground, bruised and broken

It hadn't been long since we'd last spoken

 

I looked to the sky and pondered my fate.

Why had the world retaliated, had it felt my hate?

The desert around me lay barren, save for little signs

As I looked upon them, I saw images from my mind

 

The images spoke of my illustrious life

When I shone around others like an empowering light

The signs stood in line, like mile markers along a road

Which the desolation around them had begun to erode

 

I wept as I watched my memories fade away

They dissolved and faded into a sickening grey

That's when a light shone down from up above

And I saw my conscience floating down like a dove

 

"You're a good person," it said. "You've done good things."

"But right now you're hurting, and alone it seems."

"Just remember one thing, one thing above all."

"You are who you are, remember that and you'll never fall."

 

With that it faded, back into my soul

Leaving me feeling better; a bit more whole

I woke to find myself on the bathroom floor

And I realized that the world was desolate no more

 

It was all in my head, a self-conceived nightmare

Where I was the killer and the victim, completely unaware

I picked myself up with relief from the cold, hard floor

Inspired to go forward from my past, and be my own monster no more

Reviews

[PadfootBlack]

Intriguing. Great emotion, this was very well-written!

[Jola]

"Only those doors remain closed, which did not knock."
Poem full of emotion ... interesting style .... good job!!!!

[Brianna Brie]

This is such an easy poem to read. It flows smooth and rhythmical. The message is such a good one. Sometimes us humans are our own worst enemies. Great job!!

[Lici]

Omg wow..........

I don't know how to even rate this....

It's......wow........Amazing, beautiful, realistic, words I can't think of.

Just Wow....Ry Ry.