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Was I forged in the crucible of fate,
To be a vessel for sorrow's endless weight?
Was I crafted to weep in solitude's dark night,
A solitary figure, lost in unrelenting light?
Am I but a pawn in the game of life,
A fleeting amusement, a moment's trivial strife?
Was I created to be a mere whisper, unheard and unseen,
A forgotten whisper, lost in the din of humanity's scheme?
My days are shrouded in a veil of tears,
A perpetual sorrow that dries my eyes and sears.
I kneel, a supplicant, hands clasped in fervent prayer,
Yet the heavens remain silent, unmoved by my despair.
Oh, the crushing weight of existence's cruel design,
A life of suffering, where pain is my sole companion, my heart's rhyme.
I scan the faces of others, searching for a glimpse of hope,
A fleeting smile, a moment's respite from this endless scope.
But alas, their joy only serves to underscore my plight,
A stark reminder of the happiness that's denied to me, a life without light.
I wonder, was I born to be a martyr to pain,
A perpetual outsider, forever trapped in this desolate terrain?
How do I convey the depth of my anguish, my heart's cry,
That the universe might take notice, and respond, "I hear you, I see you, I am here"?
I've knocked, I've pleaded, I've waited, but the door remains closed,
And I am left to wonder, was I created to suffer, forever exposed?
I hope you feel the same
I hope you know I love you
I hope it didn’t end
I hope you feel the same someday
I looked you in the eyes
I knew I’d fall for you
You saw my hopeless tries
You never once were true
To run I wanted far
Far from any sight of you
To escape your lovely charm
Oh, how I wish you loved me too
I found myself enchanted
By every vow you swore
The blade that cut the deepest -
You had chosen her before
There’s something running through me
Perhaps it started from the mind
Please I beg to be let free
A cure is nowhere to be found
It may be sickness
Or some dark spell cast
It has gotten me possessed
And it will never pass
It hurts me truly
Deep inside my soul
I love you surely
You make me such a fool
Presents I’ve received
By someone not you though
He’s been so deceived
I’m sorry, please let go
I don’t deserve this kindness
But loyal I may stay to you
I ought not to have less
Less than being loved by you
I beg you for a chance
Please escape my head
Don’t leave me in this trance
Don’t let my wish be dead
I hope you feel the same
I hope you know I love you
I hope it didn’t end
I hope you feel the same someday
I am in that in-between space
where nothing matters
yet everything does.
So much noise around me
while something quietly died inside.
Is it a magnetic frequency?
Misplaced energy?
Not to speak in codes—
I simply do not know anymore.
Surrounded by many,
yet still lonely.
Never truly understood.
No support from anyone.
Are we alone in this universe?
Do we pray to a God who does not exist,
or one who chooses not to listen?
Sometimes
I feel like a broken-winged Pegasus.
Will my wing ever mend?
Will I ever fly from this cliff—
to admire the stars
as the calming wind touches my face,
soaring higher
while the valley grows smaller below?
Tears run to my lips
as I watch the sun setting,
feeling the warmth of its fading glow.
At least that is what I imagined
for a wounded warrior
praying for days
of peaceful existence.
I still wonder—
will it have
a happy ending?
When you were in the hospital, dear
My heart was filled with a dreadful fear.
I begged God to spare your pretty life
And went home with worry for my wife.
The strain on both my body and mind
Was so great that no sleep did I find.
I prayed by your bedside and by mine
That God would heal and all would be fine.
There was a day when I left your side
In so much pain I could scarce abide.
I thought I would have to call someone,
For to walk simply could not be done.
“O God, please don’t take my wife from me!
I can’t live without her, don’t you see?”
This I cried while begging for your life,
As full of pain my whole heart was rife.
Suddenly, God spoke soft to my heart
And I knew to have faith on my part.
Peace flooded my soul at His soft word
It would quickly pass, is what I heard.
I was exhausted on the glad day
That you were better and would not stay
In the hospital any longer
Because God made you so much stronger.
You are home and I am not alone,
But from my mouth you heard not a groan.
I have been doing the work of two
And trying to take care of you, too.
I go to bed and sleep exhausted.
My phone rings and I am accosted.
You forgot to ask me for something
That into your room I must now bring.
But praise to God that in His great care
We were not tried more than we could bear.
You are now home and on the fast mend.
Over our pain His love does transcend.
I thought I understood I thought I knew but the truth is I don't and I didn't. sometimes I wish I could disappear do you ever feel that way?
sometimes I wonder if anyone would care if I die,
there's a few people who would.
sometimes I wonder if my family would be better without me,
that's just the depression and stress talking you know as much as they can be disappointed in you they still love you.
sometimes I wonder if I have any friends who care about me,
I can happily say you have at least 4 who care and one of those people is your boyfriend.
what would happen if I never got out of bed again?
sometimes you just need a hug some confidence maybe you are loved even if you don't feel like it there is at least 1 person who would care if you died.
sometimes you just need to look past the bad things in your life and realize you'll be okay even if it doesn't feel like it.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again
Painting and repainting the future of our land with crooked hands
Laughing at things as the world pass us by.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again
Writing us messages that have no bloodline.
Although black oil runs in our veins like water of vegetation
There is a sunstroke in our land.
We dream of cassava songs in the market
We dream of an open vehicle that could bear the tiredness of our souls but we are at the verge of things.
Our chairmen our flag bearers of fences
Translators of black dreams with European mirror.
The white house is open for destitutes, kindred of destitutes that are china in African sun.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again and there is a sunstroke in our land
The scorching heat is against banana groves.
Look and see children on a hungry march in the metallic road.
Waves of Opal Nights
May appear to be real, but the deal that once was sealed is unfinished and untouched.
Clutched by one's eyes of what you truly want to see, but left with this mirage; this montage of innocence.
Remorse has no place within these shark-infested waters.
Slaughtered, by the words that cut so deep. Sleep on the cold steep steels of woods keep.
Shaded, jaded yet aided by those, that were dismissed.
Sealed with a kiss, as lies forever build and your soul dies a little more, from each passing puff.
Is it enough?
How long can you, should you, or would you keep, this forged emotion going?
Not showing, any of what is hidden. Just maybe, when it all sinks with unbroken chain linked feet and hands into obscurity. Purity has no security with such inadequacy of things written. Forbidden to care or dream about things that once was us. Faded, within the moments of time. When the wind chimes its broken song of dismay. Left to lay in a distant future, far far away.
Darius Howard
Dust on the Ground
Written, August 11, 2026, For Poetry Challenge: One-Syllable Words
Rules: All words should be one syllable.
August 10- August 16, 2026
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The cold night sweeps in,
the stars hide; the sky dulls—
wind hurts deep,
and dust coats the ground.
Pain is a wide cut,
weighs the heart—
with more beat,
tears fall slow,
while eyes weep.
Hope sparks bright,
warm lights rise—
hands stay tight,
dreams lift, then drift,
and fade from sight.
Light breaks dawn,
arms reach out—
peace moves soft,
home leans near
love finds its way—
and stays true.
So I had my spinal fusion last Thursday. It took a few days to be able to move without tears but I got through it with the grace of God. I will be celebrating 13 years of sobriety from pain pills March 7th, so this surgery was a very tough choice for me with pain relief options post op. But I am getting through it one minute at a time with the help of my family, friends and the Lord. Thank you everyone for your kind thoughts and prayers. I wrote this today while I am laid up. My healing has begun....
the truth lies in the depth of pain,
when each step feels worse than the last-
where only hope and faith can remain
because of the injuries in my past
i knew i could forge ahead with this choice,
but i knew not the enduring agony i’d face,
with little room to move and no voice,
but i’m starting to feel God’s grace
why do i barely write anymore?
barely do what i adore-
learning to close the door
on the life of pain i led before
i feared i could not live without moaning,
thought i could never get past the straining-
but today is the day i’ll start growing
with only good days ahead remaining
pain pills were the devil inside,
thirteen years of sobriety i embraced-
last thursday i took a pill and cried,
in the hospital from pain the i faced
why did i think i could have a major operation,
without needing them to start to heal properly?
stubbornness turned into determination
because i realized i am a different me
o, what a struggle to know i need the relief,
what a way to feel with years of serenity-
but i hold in my heart the belief
that i did not ruin my beautiful sobriety
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2.9.22
-Luloo
African-American and abusive, my late step-dad
was a reverse racist:
an army sergeant; a Vietnam vet; and, a backhand,
face-hitting sadist.
I once bemoaned that I was a white child
(as if it were my fault!?)
and that he was black and resentful of me.
So, once in reckless revolt
against his ongoing abuse,
I rebelled under my breath
and uttered the "n" word at him
(so he beat me nearly to death).
Bruised, I never uttered that word again;
then mom and he divorced
as I grew older (which freed us at last!):
now unrivaled (with no remorse),
I suddenly was the man of the house; and life
for us seemed less stormy.
For the first time in years we lived without abuse;
and, at last, we were a family.
Then I got religion and met God;
and gave myself to Christ.
It was the best thing I ever did!
Born again, I thus was sufficed.
So the scars of my step-dad's abuse which
for years I had repressed
began to heal and disappear; and so I became
less and less oppressed.
Now old, my erstwhile step-dad developed
advanced swelling of the lung;
I had not forgiven him yet (back when
I was still angry and young).
Not yet able to forgive him for the abuse that
made our lives so unbearably grim,
I nevertheless still realized that the weight
of still having hatred for him
was far worse than my pain. I recognized
that in life we all transgress
and come short of God's glory: so, moved by
His grace and forgiveness,
I made the right choice to forgive him;
for me a daily, ongoing process,
I at last began to let go of the anger
and truly begin to move past the mess
that was my step-dad's legacy to me. Also, I
began to forgive God;
for He was not to blame for him (whose own
father, too, did not spare the rod).
Still, tho' I had chosen to forgive (him) and let go,
he was unmoved and unchanged as ever:
but I, however, realized that what truly mattered
was that forgiveness set me free forever!
When at last he died, I had already completely
let go (so that he was forgiven).
Now I can only ask of God whether my step-dad
was changed from his glimpse of heaven?