RemorsefulA Poem by A.M. Victoria (LostWritings)Climbing up from rock bottom, facing this bitter regret.Years have passed and you’ve rightfully departed, Now in this valley I stand alone. The pack on my back is weighing me down, And my egotistical history has given me wounds But there is still one way to reach the top. Still a second chance… One way to overcome the eternity of loneliness, The life I have been condemned to suffer, Lent to me by my own narcissism and foolishness, Branded into my flesh by my remorse Pursuing my Achilles’ heel endlessly, Teeth bared, and yearning for my blood… So I sharpen a rod from a fallen branch, Make peace with my ancestors, Find myself in my intentions, Paint upon my face my true colors, and Shout to the Astros a battle cry… I begin my walk, overcoming gravity Climbing up the mountain, one rock, one foot at a time Always stepping forward and not looking back, Following my future, finding my stability Capturing my arrogance and beating it humble Until it plummets, valley-bound, and Never to return. For the future is the only thing I admire now, And it dances at the top of this peak, A separate entity from myself Encouraging me, smiling, whispering the truth That I must continue taking one step at a time, Pursuing righteousness and facing my insecurities Looking my demons in their devilish eyes, And banishing them to hell... Because once I’m at the top of this mountain, I’m not coming down. I’m not returning to that valley below. Please forgive me. I’m sorry. © 2014 A.M. Victoria (LostWritings)Author's Note
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7 Reviews Added on December 8, 2013 Last Updated on February 24, 2014 Tags: arrogance, forgive, egotistical, lonely, narcissism, mountains, demons, humbleness AuthorA.M. Victoria (LostWritings)AboutOnce, when I was 12, I wrote a 365 page book. Then, it corrupted. So I rewrote it, and now it's even better than before. Some of my interests are archery, fencing, and the Civil Air Patrol. I als.. more..Writing
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