These scorched hands raised on high
asking begging as to why
I chased the sun and all
for you to be free
I fought the demons till they dropped
darkness prevailed beyond
the eternal light
that is but you
but still to my knees I dropped
I tried to be the saviour
the rescuer for your salvation
but I'm still on my knees
this fight this moment
Bourne of hurt and pain
rolled into a dagger of justice
carved by the flames of hatred
stabbed into the heart of the beast
that dared linger to close
screams of torments
as the souls of those taken
clutch to their host tighter
this is all we know
and yet in the pale morning light
there is nothing
but the echo of my sobs
what was will be
and I am left but even more confused
2 comments:
I know this feeling well. Thank you for putting it into words.
~Jody
I've also been there.
Thank you for your creative way of executing it.
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