Bound to fail

Lost and alone, the brokenhearted.

Bound to fail

By jack

 

 

I crawl along this cavern floor of jagged walls and sculpted stone

This emptiness, a desperate frown to sneer at me so all alone

So slow the going comes to pass, my mind a’ whirl one thousand things

Of this my weary journey and the questions that the darkness brings

 

For what, do I confess my soul, in longing for the sacred light

As silhouettes befall my steps so desolate this anguished night

My hands and knees, the blood does flow, in stains to mark where I have been

Breathe narrow lines, of tempered flow, to this which I now face again

 

Images, a’ dance this place as my focus dwindles slivered shapes

Within my chest a heart does pound, aborted of the sullen breaks

To crave the air of mornings and the skies that paint the day anew

Yet still I sit here weeping till the streams they flood, the loss of you

 

I now have scratched the surface, opened wounds that creep in shadowed mist

So drenched in sweat of memories, I pound the earth with blistered fist

Dust flies, a rancid smell now coats my mouth in form of desperate pleas

Collections spread of fractured sense and fortune telling centuries

 

To what, I ask, do this I owe, the pain of built and leveled throne

Drunk of every peppered ale and stagnant drink of quenching shone

Take my life, my constant cry, for but this dream is bound to fail

As to the ends, of scattered realm and darkness now my heart does sail

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[InsanityWriter]

Wow. Second stanza was my favorite. The last two lines were also very powerful! I loved the whole thing. :) Excellently done. (;

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much.

[InsanityWriter]

No problem. ^_^ I enjoy reading your work. :)

[modtoddinc]

Well depicted. Thank you for writing and sharing.

[Jack...]

Thank you sir, I appreciate you reading.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Yet still I sit here weeping till the streams they flood, the loss of you'

moving, heart-breaking, such a sad, sad poem, written from the heart and deeply poignant. so many emotions caught in a heart-beat. fantastic.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much

[David Lewis Paget]

Well this is quite brilliant, Jack. The line length reminds me of some of Kipling's verse, also The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes. Very well done, and probably the best thing I've seen from you. Viva rhyme and metre, Jack!

[Jack...]

Thank you sir.

[Tate Morgan]

PerhapsWe''ll one day we will come to see this as the Meter Jack built?

[Tate Morgan]

This may be your greatest work so far .So eloquently precise i like this longer version of sylable count It guives a more susinque thought like a story. Front to back i love this best of all

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Tate. I appreciate your kind words.

[DIVYA]

"To crave the air of mornings and the skies that paint the day anew
Yet still I sit here weeping till the streams they flood, the loss of you" - This is true love!

"Dust flies, a rancid smell now coats my mouth in form of desperate pleas
Collections spread of fractured sense and fortune telling centuries" - this is sheer Agony!

Seldom do we come across love laments that touch us so deep within! This poem is one of them Jack! Thanks you for sharing!

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Divya, I always look forward to your sweet comments.

[DIVYA]

You are welcome Jack. Please keep writing and It will be a pleasure to comment!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

memories can make us feel lost in a dark cave...and this poem made me think i was reading Poe...wow.

not just the dark of it...but it's his rhythm also...it feels like plodding steps as most of Poe's works seem to feel like.

thank you for this ...

[Jack...]

Thank you so much for your kind comments. Poe is one of my heroes, his work to me is so intricate yet it feels it flows so easily, as if it required little effort on his part. Thank you again.

[Frieda P]

You're speaking to my soul with this one Jack...such a profoundly emotive read. There are so many images and feelings that are conjured up whilst reading this, I felt it in my bones. Perfection from first word to last...overwhelmed within feelings of loss.

[Jack...]

It is always my quest that when I post a new poem that you, Frieda, will read it. It is forever my reward when you find you enjoy it. Thank you so very mcuh.

[rnuff]

Goodness! This is really deep and powerful. Love the emotional feelings through out. Awesome write.

[Jack...]

Thank you Kim, I appreciate you reading and commenting on my poem