My Abyss of Grey

My Abyss of Grey

A Poem by Xander West
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A depressing day

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Alone I stand in a cold dark place,

As if I’m isolated deep in outerspace,

I know my acts were such a disgrace,

I simply long for a loving embrace.

 

Abandoned I wallow in my pitiful sorrow,

At times hoping that there is no tomorrow,

I think my broken heart is now so hollow,

What worse in this life could possibly follow.  

 

Forsaken I await in my abyss of grey

Pointless to express my grief as I pray,

How did my life become so far astray,

Hoping to one day see a brighter day.

 

Deserted in purgatory suffering alone,

My iced heart gradually turning to stone,

Over ages turning to dust in the wind blown,

No greater agony has a man ever known.

 

Godforsaken to languish for an eternity,

Doomed fate written in stars above a certainty,

Forever lost due to one’s own prideful vanity,

A lesson to discover life’s essential humility.

 

Forsaken I await in my lonely abyss of grey,

Pleading my forgiveness to He above as I pray,

Wondering how did my life become so astray,

Wishing to one day live a more blessed day.

© 2015 Xander West


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really interesting! I love the word choice and rhyming.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Xander West

9 Years Ago

Thank you Claire.
Break out. It's there for you, but although I feel where you are, you're not showing it. This won't be a simple reveal, this will be your core. where is it? I read a few of your poems, they are all different. What is you voice? Think about it and write. Cheers.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on October 28, 2015
Last Updated on October 29, 2015
Tags: Sad, depressing, Loneliness, dark, death, pain, poem, poetry, hope, mystery

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Xander West
Xander West

Suffolk, United Kingdom



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I lost my passion to write for several years, better yet, I ignored my passion to write for several years. I am only once again touching my surface. more..

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