Sharpening my sword as I slowly awaken,
Everything I hold is eventually taken.
I dwell in this place, dark and dreary,
My mind grows numb, my heart grows weary.
I've lost so much with little to gain,
though my heart lies bleeding, consumed by pain.
Insincerity sows seeds of doubt,
A dagger to my chest I can't live without.
The Shadows surround, but none are my own,
Cursed, I wander, yet never alone.
My pen speaks prophecy, an odyssey untold,
Staring at the blade makes my blood run cold.
Discontentment festers, born from my fear,
Lying powerless, yet danger draws near.
I've slain my demons, yet more arise,
Their screams of torment echo through the skies.
Sitting on the stairs, embraced by solitude,
Haunted by looks, harsh and crude.
Agony begins as the sun scorches my skin,
In this sincere light, I feel my sins.
My eyes grow heavy, thoughts misaligned,
Drowning slowly in the mire of my mind.
Words elude me as life nears its close,
Sharpening my sword on this path I chose.
Written by Ray-Ventura
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Sharpened Sword
PoetryThis haunting poem delves into the depths of despair, capturing the relentless battle between inner demons and the search for meaning. Through blood curdling imagery and sincere reflections, it explores the struggles of a soul burdened by loss, doub...
