I am the Surrender

I was reading alot of Walt Witman. This poem is my own but the format/idea of "I am" came from "Song of Myself.

I am the quiet sound of one

Wanting to cry,

To scream out and ask for help,

With self-inflicted scars of hate all about me.

I am the lonely among the thousand,

A stranger amid my own,

Banished by my peers

Due to my indescribable parts.

I am the addicted,

Sitting at a table

Drowning my sorrows away,

Yearning for a better hope

I am the poor in heart

But rich in wealth,

For the eternal want of wanting

Makes my soul destitute.

I am the traveler

Running from an unconstitutional past,

To the unseeable future,

With little hope.

I am the broken,

Shattered by my own doing,

My spirit destroyed,

By my very hands.

I am the weary,

Worn down by my fears

Created by the being,

Who fears them.

                I am the fighter,

With the scars of battle

From the passion of anger

Which leads me to kill.

                I am the surrender,

Whose victories come from

Giving myself,

To the cross.

Reviews

[Daniel Fletcher]

Your poem is really powerful!
"Yearning for a better hope"... wow. I hope for more!

[Quad7]

Thanks so much, wasn't sure how well this was written, but I'm getting some fed back now. Thanks.

[Maneesha V]

Good writing..i could connect with the poem..half of it reflects myself..deep feelings.

[Quad7]

Thank you. Happy that you could connect to this, it the reason why I write, to connect with people.