Forsaken Me

Forsaken Me
By: Adam M. Snow

Night by night, I lie awake wishing for soothing rain,
With loss of hope and faith I ask to ease this lonely pain.
With feeling lost and full of doubt, struggling through this frozen time,
And this stench of lies between the worldly grime,
Now follows behind me forevermore.
I hear the ghost of mine alone calling throughout the night,
With darkness within his voice, tormented with delight.

"Forsaken me" must he said.
And I, afraid of what now to come.
"Forsaken me" the voice grows strong.
And I, longing for what now to come.

But thus this be but a dream or thus this be but a life without a dream?
A life without faith and hope and all, does it seem?
Could this be but a mirror of my life?
Forsaken me, is all I hear,
Yet it shows me, itself is fear,
And I ponder to why it is here.
Could it be that death is near?

"Forsaken me" must he said.
And I, afraid of what now to come.
"Forsaken me" the voice grows strong.
And I, longing for what now to come.

Again, must I go through this,
The feeling of emptiness,
And the knowledge that all could end,
And this heart to not be mend?
Again, must I go through this,
To throw myself back into abyss?

"Forsaken me" must he said.
And I, afraid of what now to come.
"Forsaken me" the voice grows strong.
And I, longing for what now to come.

Maybe it's time to face my ghost,
And all the things that I boast,
And forsaken me nonetheless,
And free myself from all the stress.
Now I lie myself to sleep,
Forsaken myself with terrible heap.

"Forsaken me" the voice goes on,
Even 'gainst the blackest of dawn.
"Forsaken me" forevermore,
With every burden I must bore.

I see the ghost in tainted light,
Following the waking of the night.
Condemn me, condemn me,
It knows not what this curse may be.
Forsaken me, forsaken me,
Let my broken life see.

"Forsaken me" must he said.
And I, afraid of what now to come.
"Forsaken me" the voice grows strong.
And I, longing for what now to come.

My life's in shackles,
My misery, my hackles,
My longing for redemption.
I see a door, cracked and torn,
As I bow my head to mourn,
For my endless shadow of my endless fate,
Swallowed by everything that I hate.

"Forsaken me" the voice goes on,
Even 'gainst the blackest of dawn.
"Forsaken me" forevermore,
With every burden I must bore.

Must this ghost be me but an echo of what yet to come?
The presence I feel, the nameless numb.
Must this be my suffering end?
Must I now make amend,
With but a single heartache,
On the night of my Irish wake?

"Forsaken me" the voice goes on,
Even 'gainst the blackest of dawn.
"Forsaken me" forevermore,
With every burden I must bore.

Could it be that the ghost I spoke of,
Could it be that it's really me?

Gone from this world, lonely as can be.

Forsaken, as the years go by,
And to find all things must die.
Being left in solitude,
Cold and alone and yes, even nude.
Myself I now forsaken,
Curse to sleep and never awaken.

Reviews

[Brytt]

I have to agree with the others: this is remiscent of Poe. Ah, sweet nostalgia...

I worry a bit about the voice. I think that, at times, it's hard to follow. It adds tot he wonder, but it may be hard to interpret for some.

But I definately got the feeling of an old celtic/christian mix. Beautiful images, very unique ideas, and developed style. I love that you've been working on your rhymed/not rhymed pattern that I've seen in your other poems. It makes your writing raw and unique. Keep doing that, Snow; it really works as an identifier.

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Yerp, you have an Edgar Allan Poe like to your writing, it's like so cool, considering he talks from the old days and you write modern, yes!!! ^-^ the best of both worlds.

[Dark Angel ~]

LOVE IT! :)

[PrincessZeldaWannabe]

Really powerful poem!
Great job!

[Rose of Gondor]

YES! This rhymes! Rhyming poems are so hard to find nowadays! This poem is dark. It's creepy. It's Edgar Allan Poe-like. I like it sooooooooooooo much for the three reasons I've listed!!!

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem reads like lyrics and I am guessing it is. This poem is thought provoking and detailed. I little dark and a little scary.