Word of the Day Challenge #106-Untitled Poem

***Please note that this is not how I am feeling. This is purely a creative work***
Battering
wild
winds of torment
piercing
whistle through cracks
found
deep in soul
lost
wretched
bleeding
I am so alone.
Desolate
barren landscape traversed
bloody footprints
embedded slivers
tearing
driven deeper
harder
filling self with bile
hatred
doubt
reaching out
nothing there
to offer me a safety net.
Heart cleaved
demons erupting
blackness
sinking into cold oblivion
aware
subtle flicker
hand reaching
grasping
pulling forth
rebirth
despair to delight
recover from blight
dreams to be made
a simple paradise.
©June 20/20
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