Cast down (Rock bottom)

 

Cast down

into the gaseous pits.

I sit, broken into bits.

Sulphur stings my eyes,

tears boil away

as the heat starts to rise.

Will I never see that

light blue canvas

above me again?

Or just the rocky,

cavernous ruins of this

palace of pain.

Broken, I lay,

thoughts sway.

I think I see angels,

but it’s just my demons at play.

 

Cast down,

I meander around.

The gloom consumes

every smile that starts to break free,

Every happy sound.

The shadows devour

every morsel

of my stretched sanity.

I'll never see

the green fields of home,

just my fiery fate

consumed by these

bubbling lakes of hate.

Broken, I spread out

over this death bed.

I think I see my demons,

scaring the angels away.

 

Cast down,

rock bottom, I lay.

The fall takes

forever and a day,

but the climb

also takes an eternity.

A hell bound castaway,

trying to climb back again.

I think I see angels,

but my demons

always try to block the way.

You have to look

beyond the blues,

and learn to put one foot

in front of the other,

in glass shard filled shoes.

Realise you’re not broken,

just bruised

and keep on climbing anyway.

 

 

 

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