"I've held on for as long as I can....
For the ones I have to defend....
I've been strong everyday of my life....
......
I used to have strength but I've ran out of hope...
This world is a wasteland where nothing can grow..."
What sweet melancholy words that speak to my soul
I was reaching out of the trenches of the darkness that seems to follow me
Now it seems I am falling down that hole again
I can feel the sickness gripping me
Ripping apart my insides
Reminding me where I was
Where I can be again
Trying to rip me open like it did for so many nights
I feel my head on the guillotine again
I am on the line
Which way shall I fall
Every step forward
Is three steps backwards
Away from the healing I've been making
I don't know who I am anymore
Am I someone worthy of staying?
Or should I go?
I get so lost in my mind
I get so lost in that darkness
In that place we all run from
The voices
The hands
Clawing
Scratching
Screeching
Whispering
Telling me the things
I fear
Might be true
And that no one has the guts
To be truthful to me
Am i a mistake?
A parasite?
A lie?
Do I only destroy?
At times I do not know
The abyss and I stare into each other
Even the abyss flinches
From the pain my soul harbors
This pain
I do not know
How I got it
Or from whence it came
I want it gone
It's a black spot on my soul
I worry if I cannot get rid of it
It will get rid of me
Oh why
I was progressing I was doing better
Yet here I am again
Take my soul
Take my heart
Take who I am
Who I truly am
I fear I cannot
Protect
Nor
Sustain
It
I want it safe
For I know my flame is beautiful
But sometimes it is dying
Please oh please
Help me keep it alive
I don't want to go
I'm scared
I want to go home
Please oh please
Take me home
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Author:
Athora (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: August 12th, 2025 00:34
- Comment from author about the poem: Wasteland by Royal & The Serpent The Line by 21 Pilots
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
A poetic plea for help a cry into darkness and a feeling of regression that sends panic through the soul. A desire to return home to familiar and safe. Lovely
A lovely write of a cry in the dark and a longing to return back home to where they feel safe, enjoyed the read
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