Poems for the Mellow and the Hopeful

break

In raging seas and on scorching fire

Far, lost, I froze and felt ire

I drowned in darkness, I burned into ash

The last breaths I respired come into flash

In a wide room, I felt so constricted

Alone, hopeless, my heart is wounded

Its beating was fast, then came to its end

No one is coming, no one wants to mend

Like the sting of a bee, like a sharp knife

Stab wounds and bruises, I struggled for life

Ice which once was blue now turned red

Even black vultures now have fled

I hoped and searched for a companion

Someone to ease this painful friction

They thought I'd make it, but I had none

All the little courage, now were gone

I returned to the pits of hell

Into obscurity I fell

But now I'm not stuck; I am brave

I aided myself, and now I'm rave

Maybe the seas and the burning fire

Could envelope me to a certain desire

The desire to stand, as an individual

Won't drown, I'll escape, success is my final