I wander, broken... I am lost...

I wander, broken... I am lost...

A Poem by InkSlinger

Every day I find my moments grow scant
Ragged bones ripen weary in sullen shame
My yearning to fight, tempered and weathered.
In it's birth, deeply seated, a wallowing in putrid stench,
It steals every ounce of excitement I once felt.
I suffer in shallow victory.
I wander, broken.

My will washed in silent shattered pain,
Every piece laid open for inspection
Cracked, ragged, and strewn about my soul.
You could never understand what it is I need
I'm not sure I can even explain what it is I feel
these secrets haunt my deepest thoughts and dreams.
Whatever chases behind me in my lowest, weakest hour
I know without doubt, somewhere recessed inside me, it creeps
It leaves me feeling helpless
I am lost.

It lurks waiting for that needing moment
Painting it's darkness and gloom in every crevice
Hanging unnoticed on every corner, in every nook.
It invades, spreading evenly, touching indiscriminately
It blackens every vein zealously
Until it has consumed all the impassioned innocence
That was once known as this person called me.
It leaves me feeling unworthy
I wander, broken.

I struggle with the infirmities of my broken body
I struggle with the shallow acknowledgment of my vanities
A steep, unset price weights heavy on my morality
For I know I cannot fight what is inevitable
And I will surely swing in bitter defeat.
I am unequivocally spent
I am lost.

My head swims in self generated confusion
My conviction, like a knot twisted in guilt
Like a paper heart, folded and torn along the seam
I am battered by the words hung from my own tongue
My confabulations stutter in a closed mouth, refusing to flow
Left to converse within this feeble tired mind.
It leaves me cold
I am broken.

© 2010 InkSlinger


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Heavy stuff my friend, not something for breakfast, more like a three or four course meal, with plenty of meat to chew on

Posted 13 Years Ago


Raw emotional poetry of a despondent and weary soul. Every metaphor pierces the heart of the reader, and we are left exhausted. Very nice to have us live these feelings with you.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is such a great poem. Very beautifully written, touching, emotional and full of pain and sadness. It has a vivid imagery and a nice flow. Brilliant.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow! Mr. Inkslinger you really slung some ink on this one! I loved it! Your words held such deep meaning!!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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