Epic

Amongst, amid the wreckage,
Clinging on for life,
A cast away, so far astray,
Looking for the light.

The endless night disturbing,
And from the last debris,
Grasping, clawing on for life,
No one hears my plea.

Help, I'm lost, I'm drowning,
The waves are crashing in,
No shore, no boat, nor sign of hope,
So far away from land.

My cries for help unanswered,
Left to the mercy of fate,
In hopes that by the time I'm heard,
The answer is not too late.

Help me please I'm overwhelmed,
I can’t keep up the race,
Loosing time, options, my mind,
Out of time and place.

The odds are stacked against me,
Try as hard as I can to fight,
I’m bloody broken, damaged,
Swinging blindly in the night.

The enemy does not fight fair,
They are clever as well as cruel,
Rather to poke and prod, cursing god,
Then play by the rules.

They pull my hair, jab me with pins,
When I look away,
They flee from me, and my rage,
To torment another day.

The lord of the flies is watching,
Old scratch behind the vale,
They watch with hungry eyes,
And wait for me to fail.

The devil smoked a pipe,
While sipping, so genteel,
Lucifer licks his lips in anticipation,
His turn to get a feel.

Although on solid ground,
Deserted is this beach,
And all hope I thought I found,
Is far beyond my reach.

Will I dry up like leaves,
Wither on the vine,
Or will I starve and waste away,
No one will ever find.

a poem by D. Wyn. Price, All Rigths Reserved, 2020.

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