21 years, and still I can recall
The lasting insult uttered, that precipitated fall
Creeping from the corner, bent like crooked shade
malignant form encroaching, a jagged digging spade
from gnashing lowly crack, to encompassing abyss
it dug and dug and dug, a line across my wrist
dozens of repetitions, etched upon my soul
this wretched little creature, digging its horrid hole
Many methods mentioned, so many more decreed
Yet still its form persists, a blackened rotting weed
Roots tunnel closer, gripping at my life
This time I'll kill the bastard, let me sharpen up the knife
Slicing forth the streak, pulsing disgusting blood
A fitting end I think, for a man worth less than mud
Yet I stare upon it, and am stopped by faintest thought
Is this all that I am, is this all that I've got?
Will I gently fade away, or shall I take a breath
To rage against the pain, to bellow against death
To find a reason forward, to subdue the blackened mass
where mind had turned against, blessed love shall come to pass
For it is surely written, that even darkness doesn't last
So why must I remain, in the pit of hopeless past?
Surrender lay forgotten, for I trudge on in my prime
The seeds of hope are planted, and all I need is time.
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A Poem For Your Thoughts
PoetryA collection of Poems and Prose that were inspired by the many people I have met, and those I have yet to meet.