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

[Marc Marlon Villaflor]

I love the way your write your poem, I can feel every words of it. It's real and dark.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much