The Struggle

I fade
      For in reality
I was never made

Food -
     Never enters my mouth
Starved - Stricken
       Beaten
                   I am a wild lost bird
Too confused to find my way south

Winter freezes me
There is no warmth
                     There is no place to rest
Slowly my heart dies
                      Frozen within my breast

If I ever was alive
    It was only to complete
                          An act of suicide

But I cannot rest in the grave
My Soul has never known peace
I wander -
               - Ghost - Spirit - Wraith
Wailing and screaming
                                  in outrage

As I struggle
      For eternity
to escape Hell's Cage


               

Reviews

[Star Wolf]

The wounds deep within, the emotional wounds, are what lead us to the grave. If only healing can be found before its too late.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

A very cold and sad place to be. You've captured the horror of this pain wonderfully in your poem.

[Black Cat Fever]

A very sad and painful struggle. One can only hope someone in that much pain finds real love & help. An impressive write.