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Was on my knees I abandoned all hope Spiralling down from the third was at the end of my rope Yet I trudging on through out the mire Struggling yet I wasn't even at the bit of the fire Down from the second I was dragged down to the first Misery depression and suicidal thoughts But somehow I realised this feeling could not get any worse Then I accepted within myself that things were not with the blame of others Though it was dark and scary I clawed and scratched for the faintest glimmer of hope That was enough to see the faintest glimmer of light Oddly enough giving me second sight I turned the headlights within and looked at what I had been avoiding The truth is it was me the lessons I had to learn,but all the while free will will determine The lessons I had to learn To become awoken I first had to be broken Back to the second I looked upon forgiving and forgetting Back up to the third but no longer looking for anyone to blame,still was hurting but my outlook was not the same
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
MEET ME IN THE 5TH
Was on my knees I abandoned all hope Spiralling down from the third was at the end of my rope Yet I trudging on through out the mire Struggling yet I wasn't even at the bit of the fire Down from the second I was dragged down to the first Misery depression and suicidal thoughts But somehow I realised this feeling could not get any worse Then I accepted within myself that things were not with the blame of others Though it was dark and scary I clawed and scratched for the faintest glimmer of hope That was enough to see the faintest glimmer of light Oddly enough giving me second sight I turned the headlights within and looked at what I had been avoiding The truth is it was me the lessons I had to learn,but all the while free will will determine The lessons I had to learn To become awoken I first had to be broken Back to the second I looked upon forgiving and forgetting Back up to the third but no longer looking for anyone to blame,still was hurting but my outlook was not the same
john-r-pettigrew
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West Lothian,Scotland
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
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