Below is the poem entitled The search for my demise which was written by poet
Brackley. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Where am I?
I look around me and see nothing
The devil wasn't bluffing
What? My soul he is crushing.
I look up and I look down
I look all around.
I wear my broken crown
I feel the bitterness that killed the king.
Am I at the depths?
Is that you calling?
Do you see me crawling?
Or is it I who is falling?
Designed to make you cry
I'll sit here like a degrading lie
Stare into my eyes, I am ready to die
Kill me with your sword that you hold dear.
I escaped the fringe of death and so I search for my demise
Now the devil pounces for its pray, now it's up to me to slay
I feel that I must say, I have nowhere left to stray, no options left to weigh
Grey faces, no longer out to play, no-one left to betray.
Contol the beast that makes you, now your'e done, you're through
Don't tell me you always knew, don't tell me it's true
Take a chance, and so we drew, now my fee is due
Feel free to say what you see, I know it's not me.
Scream into the paradox that we call the future
You know it's not real. You know there is no such thing.
Scream as you feel it sting, is it here? I smell spring.
My king who holds my wings, is that heavens song you sing?