Resistance.
Slowly as he regained his conscience,
All he felt was resistance ..
Resistance !
Move! He screamed.
To whom?
Slowly as he regained his conscience,
All he felt was resistance ..
Resistance !
Move! He screamed.
To whom?
Darkness engulfed his sight,
Shackles of distraught snaring him further down.
Magma-like liquid assaults his lungs,
Voiceless rasp is all he could utter.
No noise to be heard...
Is this the end ?
All he felt was hopelessness..
What brought on this fate upon him?
Who's sin was he forced to bear?
Why was this the ending to his story?
Questions were all he had.
What was he fighting for ?
Who led to his demise?
Why was he drowning?
Questions were all he had.
What was there left?
Who's was to blame?
Why was there no one to save him?
Questions were all he had.
And as he drew his last breath...
Questions were all he was left with.
And with one final gasp, his candle extinguishes.
The end.
This will be my final poem to this world.
It had been a wonderfully bitter sweet journey with just my thoughts being poured into either spoken word form or poem. I ... Think I'll end it here.
Once again, thank you.
