The Path.

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Embraced by the dark vestiges of my mind,

Fragmented, seperated into dark and light,

Caged and suffering in my cold cast of mind,

A desolate space where thoughts once occupied,

Corrupted and battered beyond salvation,

My heart threatened with amalgamation,

With the vast ocean of nothingness without cessation,

Begging and pleading for a moment of relief,

From this loneliness casting me adrift,

Aimlessly hovering into the bottomless abyss,

Screaming as I desire someone to heed me,

Echoes of my cries unnoticed no one to free me,

A sudden touch nudged my insides like a quake,

Jolted from the deep emotional slumber wide awake,

Basked in the warmth of your incandescence,

My rancid mind morphing in your presence,

At the end of the darkest depth of my senses,

Came to existence a light that can't be rended,

The reign of terror and suffering abruptly ended,

Saved from a decade of war in my shambled consciousness,

Mending it together abolishing the violent conflict,

The cold comfort of the shackles of solitude,

Substituted with the warm embrace of love and gratitude,

Paving a path for my wayward soul,

Will you take on this guiding role?



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