Poem: The Desperate Day

If only there could be a day.

A day where I would wipe away,

The trouble & the strife.

The worry with the knife.

Held tight to slice the life,

Which pulses hard & strong .

Wrong, still ringing in my ear.

Fear grabs my soul a tear.

Rolls wet & dry.

My cry of pain,

I’ve lost the cause,

I’ve lost the fight.

I fall & fall & fall in fright.

The day is here where all the might,

Of insecurity profound has found,

My jugulars pulsing beat.

The dull moment of defeat.

Cold steel the blade will meet.

Kill my source & life.

It Bursts a stream of gushing red.

The blood spreads sticky out across the floor.

The blood spreads quickly till life no more.

Oozes out , the pain the doubt …..

In release what will I find?

My frantic call, manic spins the mind of no recall.

Will I return to the all?

A space where being one could supersede my dreaded need?


One thought on “I

  1. fauxcroft says:

    Very well written and structured piece.

    Liked by 1 person

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