The Struggle

( -Poem- )

Oh, how the healing never comes…

Some wounds hurt too deeply.

Some wounds sting within us,

So deep.

There is no way,

For them to be reached.

Like a knife,

You get stabbed,

Beyond your heart.

Soo deep,

It bleeds forever…

Your blood flows through you,

Cold as ice.

An ancient chill,

Beneath us still.

And the grave begins it’s unending chant.

Calling you,

Beckoning you,

Heel!

You kneel upon the translucent surface,

And every move you make,

Causes more cracks in the ice to appear…

Keep reaching out,

Reach out for it!

For this,

You must take hold!

Your sword is only inches away,

But how long will the surface hold?

And all the while,

Your blood flows from you,

Like a torrential rain,

It comes.

Gushing forth,

Without a single barrier to slow its force.

Behind you It looms.

This terrible beast!

It’s eyes upon you,

To make you cease!

It does not eat,

It does not sleep.

It only lives,

To see you weep!

Beyond it,

Leaves the bushes crumbled in it’s wake,

As it effortlessly glides,

Across the lake.

Nothing stops it,

Nor slows it down.

It’s fast approaching,

Upon you now!

You can feel it’s breath upon your neck,

As it lowers its chest,

Men are sent straight to heck.

But it’s breath is warm,

Almost melting the ice around you.

And reeks of a thousand dead animals,

As it pounds you.

In this moment,

Feel the desperation,

Feel the pain within your chest.

Feel the soul that’s reaching out.

That can never seem to truly take hold.

So close to a self-defense.

And yet,

Dying besides.

So close to your salvation,

And yet…

So lifeless…

For this is the struggle,

I have come to find…

And when I feel it bearing down,

I am forced to pine.

I groan once more in agony.

For this is my grim fate,

To struggle,

Even everyday.

To breathe,

To live,

To not be in pain.

And yet, that is,

Why I must break down.

From time to time,

Let go.

And let the waters take me down.

Let the ice consume my soul.

That I may rise again from it,

When I am pulled about.

Though, there is still no savior here,

And the cycle continues,

Without.

~ ( 09-10-17 )