DAMNEDA Poem by DarkPoet
A private place to pour out my soul seems a luxury
As I am tormented by painful voices, events and memories I hold back, hoping I choke on my tears Bound by my anxiety and fears Stung daily by the betrayals and rejection My life is ebbing away without direction I pray and cry out for a form of rescue But I am stuck in the dark with no clue Unworthy of help before God because of my doubt and unbelief What won't I do to get a bit of relief I'm pierced, naked, bleeding in an ocean with sharks Damned, I can't stay here, stranded, I can't go back Death seems an only escape still I won't find peace Daily my fragile heart and hopes are constantly dashed to pieces Caught up in this war without the ability and zeal to fight It's my fault and God is always right Damned if I live, damned if I die Damned when after the smile I secretly break down and cry Damned in acceptance that heralds rejection Damned as I am cheerful on the foundations of depression Damned when it's bad, damned when it's alright Damned as I am often suppressed by a load of my plight Damned as I am forced to live out this life Damned as my heart is constantly ripped apart by knives Damned as daily of myself I lose control Damned, am never fit for life's top role Damned, my requests, prayers and desperate needs never matter Damned even the seemingly good ones leave sooner or later. Damned for the judgment I will receive as I bare a bit of my soul Damned as nothing or no one can fill this hole Damned as alive or dead I can't find rest Damned as I never run out of trials and test Damned as I experience both the pain of hope and the hope of pain Damned as every second of my existence is a battle to stay sane Damned as I stay wishing that He will for me show up Damned as with each instance of abandonment, I die and grow up Damned as I am gradually turning a liability Damned as I am eluded by peace and stability Damned, frequently beaten and punished for crying Damned I am forced to stay living wishing for death and dying © 2021 DarkPoet |
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Added on April 18, 2021 Last Updated on May 19, 2021 AuthorDarkPoetLagos, NigeriaAboutLife is short Capturing my thoughts All is dark with an occasional glimpse of the sun By my words I may or may not be remembered after I am gone more..Writing
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