Groping in the darkness of life
Tears stream like molten magma
From the heart of the volcano
The inferno burns ferociously within
With nothing to put it out .
Hearing footsteps a spark of hope is awakened
Leaning towards the hope ,
Struggling...
Reaching out through the darkness knowing not what it is but hopping to be helped
The guard to the gate of pain and darkness
Pushes and kicks with all violence
Back into the darkness
Deeper and deeper
Wounds bleed from all angles
Sitting in a pool of blood
The voice of the guard echoes
"Give up you can never get out of here"
Helpless, breathless
With no strength to struggle
The guard stares down maliciously
Left alone in the darkness
with only two options
Either to fight and struggle,
Listening to the voice of the deadly guard
Or to stay silent forever
Locked in the darkness of life
Tears stream like molten magma
From the heart of the volcano
The inferno burns ferociously within
Will it one day burn out ?
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Broken
Poetrywhen pain pushes you to a breaking point, you either give up or keep on struggling. even when you're broken and shattered, you've got someone waiting.
