Exogenesis

Where I stand now,
there is no peace;

All but remote section,
with limited capabilities.

I walk and talk my way,
but the dark divides my sudden day;

It stretches its arms,
at pull, I go away.


Where I lie now,
there is no hope for me;

An ocean of sorrows,
drifting me to seea.

There I reach out for the ones I loved,
though my nails pierce their outer crumb;

Buried at the bottom,
a wave to the slum.


Where I sit now,
there is no remorse;

A shrivelled up man,
that of a broken force.

I  recoil my shame and hide away,
but in the darkest frame, I remain grey.

Where I position now,
there’s a will that conveys…

Author's Note

Wherever you stand, however you became positioned, bury your sorrows and continue on your mission.
Wherever you stand, however you became, bury your sorrows, then be on your way...
Chris

Reviews

[Fallacy Pharmacy]

The title caught my eye, too...

I like this poem. I like the uplifting and inspiring end; at the start of the poem you can feel a sense of giving up, but the end uplifts the spirit... :)

[Estrella]

:) title caught my eye.
I like this, extremely captivating in a dark eerie way.