Born of the dark
Felt "lost-ish" (for unofficial challenge)
Ever I sought to be the good, the kind, the loving
but I was born of the dark
forced to sleep in the cradle of despair
suckled on the bosom of lust
weaned on moral turpitude.
What chance was there for me in this world?
'twas the unkind hand that pressed me down
'twas whispered words of deceit that filled my ear
I longed for the light that was hidden from me
prayed for forgiveness that was never to be
so here I linger
here I wait
watching
hoping
for
an angel to take pity
to raise my soul
to the heavens
longing to be a lover
gazing upon the stars at night
believing their light shines for us.
No,
all I feel is the fire
fanning the flames
of hate
forever
inhaling sulphuric fumes
of lies
forever
accepting my fate
knowing others live by the grace of God
walking in the brightness of the divine
and live a life worth living.
What choice have I
it was never mine
for
I was born of the dark.
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About the Creator
JBaz
I have enjoyed writing for most of my life, never professionally.
I wish to now share my stories with others, lets see where it goes.
Born and raised on the Canadian Prairies, I currently reside on the West Coast. I call both places home.
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