Becoming New

A Poem by The Creation

Haven't written in a while... but my darkness is calling me again.

The gun sits before me,

Enticing my hand,

I look upon my past, my present, this presence,

God has forsaken me,

And fate has swindled me,

Showing me but an illusion of happiness,

Pushing me deeper into a beautiful oblivion,

In that place I found my exit,

In that place where,

The demons sing their broken lullabies,

Saying “Ye feeble mortal,

Cry your tears if you so wish,

Let your failure fuel our bliss,

For ye shall never find strength,

To break free of this rough,”

As their words become my being,

I slowly whisper… “Enough!”

Here at the brink of madness,

I find my light,

Reborn am I in this twilight’s glare,

No longer am I mortal mere,

Now stands here an angel,

Wings spread out forever,

And the once almighty demons,

Hide and quiver,

Singing their new lullaby,

Saying “Oh once meager mortal,

Alas it is clear,

That neither lies, nor death, nor sorrow feeds your fear,

Behold ye shadow of a broken man,

You break our legs and burn our hands,

You fall from our grasp and into the arms of heaven,

But be warned,

As angels too were we.”

© 2013 The Creation

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Souladareatease

stark truths laid, You pen the weigted mind and shine the glimmer of hope, followed by a truthful reminder, it is so easy to fall!!! Rise and fall are easy fates when looked upon casually but time and its actions stake the place of the path to being.
Another great write indeed Creation!!!