Withering Heights

O breast, broke and bruised, hide your hollows Tho tears will fall, the night will call, Calling, calling from the shadows Beam beckons, bent orb, O twisted smile Ego chipped, firmly gripped, gripped denial, Falling, falling far amongst the shadows Woe, withered, worn, wind whispers Tragically, torn, torn and twisted, Wallowing, wallowing in the shadows White light, a new day born, still, I'm sworn Hiding, hiding from the light, Swallowed, swallowed by the shadows This was inspired by my first reading of Walt Whitman's O Captain, my Captain. It's also my one thousandth poem posted on the Soup. Thanks everybody!