Decembers Despair
Up at midnight tired weary
Dreams of those once love so dearly
Faded, distant not seen clearly
Gone so far but seeming an illusion
Close enough to breed confusion
This pain in my chest
Gives my heart contusions
Lost in thought, engaged in guessing
Overcome but not expressing
Sorrow, blackness, so depressing
With not a word my soul cried out
A heart rending mournful warrior shout
Echoing forever, and written about
All my soul within me burning
Retro grade like night day turning
Hungering, lusting, seeking, yearning
No more laughter just white hot embers
Of a life that hurts to remember
I didn’t think I’d survive December...
Earnestly I sought through my sorrow
For my God, now my own, not borrowed
I would fight today, just to fight tomorrow
Feeling empty cold and hollow
Anger, vengeance, pride all swallowed
Humbled low before the Lord I follow
It’s a bitter battle on this Rocky Bluff
Winters edge so cold and rough
This broken life I’ve had enough
Now in my chambers above my door
Is the raven of nevermore
Born from night and forgotten lore
The journey hellish dark and deep
To the grave where the dead must sleep
Deeper than secrets I keep
I must pray for a blessing
To be granted reprieve from stressing
On my knees altar bound confessing
Lord receive me from this bitter war
Upon the stairway to heaven’s door
Where I will be free to fight no more
Surround and fill my soul with blinding light
Command the demons within to flight
Take my wrongs and make them right
Lord hear my prayer I pray tonight
Amen
Copyright © James West | Year Posted 2018
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