Life at the bottom

You think the sharp rocks are as far as you go
But no there's more, the turmoil must grow
With broken soul they make game of your being
But in such a dark space there's no place for fleeing

Those rocks are thrown and more pain is inflicted
You try to shield and gold wings get tinted
Its hard not to give in with corruption surrounding
And it will drive you insane with darkness hounding

The dark offers relief at a very high gamble
The offer feels sweet and options seem like ramble
Coming to senses is like a bullet to the brain
Its hard to pull away and throw the offer down the drain

Gold wings now black and dripping with blood
Drenching feathers in a crimson flood
Huddled in a cave broken and throbbing
Hearing the echo of your own quiet sobbing

Hearing the laughter of the torturous fiends
Laughing at the one in the crevice so unseen
Longing for the clouds of bright, beautiful cotton
Welcome young one to life at the bottom... 

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

You paint with phrases,
the image raises,
like flowers wilting in the sun,
casting shadows can be such fun.

I especially liked the 4th stanza. Your words are deep and inspiring, causing these two little quips, to fall from my lips.

Being not drawn to darkening,
the soul is free to soar.
Or bend the ear to harkening,
from the low and throaty roar.
Or send love that has been missed,
into the deapths of the abyss.

[Blut Gemalt Rosen]

really? C:
thank you so much!
for quite a few years i really didn't think i was good. but everyone that actually read my poetry was like ''you should do more!'' or like ''you should post them somewhere!" and i finally got the courage to do it C: