Poem: The Desperate Day
If only there could be a day
A day where I would wipe away
The trouble & the strife
The worry with the knife
Held tight to slice the life
Which pulses hard & strong
Wrong, still ringing in my ear
Fear grabs my soul a tear
Rolls wet & dry
My cry of pain
I’ve lost the cause
I’ve lost the fight
I fall & fall & fall in fright
The day is here where all the might
Of insecurity profound has found
My jugulars pulsing beat
The dull moment of defeat
Cold steel the blade will meet
Kill my source & life
It Bursts a stream of gushing red
The blood spreads sticky out across the floor
The blood spreads quickly till life no more
Oozes out , the pain the doubt …..
In release what will I find?
My frantic call, manic spins the mind of no recall
Will I return to the all?
A space where being one could supersede my dreaded need?
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Very well written and structured piece.