I Called My Wild

rebellion_in_sanity

I called my wild.  
Hand in hand, we stood on the cliff,  
looking down—  
a frozen lump of darkness,  
an impenetrable silence  
invaded our beings.  

 

We looked up:  
the same darkness,  
the same silence.  
Those stars—  
their mocking looks,  
hinting there could have been light.  

 

We stood,  
no sorrows, no pain;  
only regrets for what was lost—  
the vitality, the happy smiles,  
the heartbeat of life...  
Wild froze in that silence.  

 

My wild breathed his last  
in that mortuary of life.  
There he lay, sprawled on his back,  
perfectly still—  
no sign of life.  

 

The frosted window of hope  
never defrosted.  
Anger stepped across the threshold—  
my only companion.  
Though we despised every moment,  
we kept each other alive.  

 

Perhaps it's a struggle  
in a game pre-decided.   
I should be content  
dangling  
with the rope of unattainable wishes  
fate put around my neck.  

 

Can't go up, nature says.  
Can it stop me from going down?  
Do I surrender to my fate?  
Or  
should I go down?  

 

Before I go,  
perhaps I should say a prayer  
for my wild.  

 

And the stars smiled  
their cold smiles...  
I found myself in that  
emotional void.  
Floating in and out,  
conscious without care.  
Alive beyond life,  
as we know it.  

 

Yet, just before
the last spark was about to step away, 
a thought flooded my mind:  
those moments when  
someone believed in me,  
yet I had lost faith in who I was.
Weren't those enough to go on living
with a smile?

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  • sorenbarrett

    The reason we live for explored in this poem. Memories, love, good that others perceive, influence we have, the smiles we get. A wonderful poem

    • rebellion_in_sanity

      Thank you very much for your kindness and generosity. Appreciate your support 🙏

      • sorenbarrett

        My pleasure

      • Poetic Licence

        A lovely write detailing what the reasons are that give struggling in this world a purpose, enjoyed the read

      • Neville



        To remain young for always is of course impossible but oh to be forever free .. now that's something else entirely .. You got me thinking Reb .. thank you

        • rebellion_in_sanity

          Thank you so very much. Really appreciate your support and kindness 🙏

        • Tony Grannell

          A journey through the emotional struggle of a life lived in the heartfelt efforts to understand the self in a superlative passage of poetry. At that moment, 'someone believed in me', grasps the reader with a beautiful truth and faith to go on living with a smile. This poem is deserving of much praise as is its author. Very well done indeed.

          Kind regards,

          Tony.

          • rebellion_in_sanity

            Hi Tony, please accept my thanks for your generosity. The review, like others, proved the point in last stanza. Whether we expect it or not, someone would always believe in us. Perhaps, that is enough to have a happy and fulfilling life.
            Appreciate your support.🙏

            Thanks

            Bhaskar

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            This one feels heavy with shadow, yet it carries a flicker at the end that refuses to die out…your wild falling silent, anger stepping in, and then that final remembrance of belief keeping the spark alive. This is both dark and raw, yet still with a glint hope...like the cracking of sunlight in the early dawn. Strongly written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • rebellion_in_sanity

              As always, I am deeply humbled by your kindness and generosity. Please accept my thanks for reviewing and leaving behind your valuable thoughts.🙏

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                You are most welcome!



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