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Feb 2020
I am alone  

Filled with desire like a child with no milk to **** in the night  

I move secluded like lamb hoping for feed

The winds of trouble tip my tottering ship and it capsizes  

I drown in a sea of anxiety and fear  

Met by the sharks of despair  

The path I'm on is painful one, a garden filled with thorns  

do you see me as I flounder in this  my walk of life  

Hoping to look up and see a guiding light yet the only light perceived is the flash of thunder groaning through the grey skies

Is this the point of darkness where I'm called to abandon all hope  

There's no fusion between faith and courage  

These wells are dried and exhausted from repeated use of vain repetitions  

Mantras which try to trick the mind but never reaches the chambers of the heart  

I'm crushed beneath the weight of empty promises I tell myself  

I aim for the moon but fly too close to the sun  

What am I, who am I  

A caged bird, a baited bear, perhaps an uneducated savage  

I write words to form a blanket to keep warm in the cold nights  

Please though I seem like a beggar by the shop  

Believe me I can be more than the smell of desperation  

Help me, that I might toil and know its not in vain
Written by
Henry Onwordi
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   Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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