In the darkest hours of the night,
A phantom — wayward from the light
Knowing not where to go or whom to seek,
Completely lost and wholly meek.
He once was living, bold and strong,
On the Heroes Journey, his did wrong,
From the bright and beautiful world ahead
Cast to the Depths and Chasms instead
He feels remorse, regrets his course
Searching for Light, a flicker of source
Climbs a hill thinking it be the last,
Only to find the mountains of the past.
The abyss holds comfort and bliss,
But only a deadman settles for this
And He feels a fire, his heart set ablaze,
His gaze set forward, the future awaits.
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Author:
Struggler (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 19th, 2023 02:21
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Comments3
So he has regrets and climbs hills and won’t settle but his future may have promise ? I’m in , my ex girlfriend has me ready for this ablaze and bliss
So cool! You're a fantastic writer!
Thanks!
Excellent work.
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