Weakling

Written for the contest "Poe in the style of Plath" sponsored by Tom Woody I am a weakling against supremely star-studded skies Where stolen streams of light are not enough for it to uprise My warrior soul is on knees, as sour scars cut very deep The vinegary wounds in my veins can cause stones to weep To cross this apocalyptic abyss, I only have frightened might Avalanche of agony has hit volcanic edge of my perilous plight No savior comes to the rescue, as I lay with my frozen fears Fighting, fighting eversince, I found no way past trail of tears Am I a cowardly creature just to ask for a breath of peace? Too many of rainbows before my eyes, I can't tell apart malice Too numb to flap wings of hope only, so I lied in my poems oftentimes Not a melody of glazed strings, life sounds a lot like rusty rhymes I hope I met the requirements of the challenge. I have read a few of Poe's and Plath's poems only, I just hope I was able to do justice to keep the macabre vibes of both of these poets' writing style. Thank you for this wonderful contest Tom!