Desolate Redemption

Listening to nothing in my ribcage

I see the void growing deep within

Playing catch with blame and misery

I bleed sense unto past memories.

I am machine a part of me is a soldier

enlisted to serve broken dreams.

Wrestling the present to push through

I am pinned down with things I cant change

Should I put my guns down and call-

for truce hoping for release from this pain?

It is a beautiful pain compared to the void-

lurking in a future shining with distrust.

Every step I take seems like a blow-

that leaves me to spat my soul on and on.

I wish I can say goodbye to the dark

I wish I can witness sunrise but am stuck.

All I have are broken pieces and fragments-

of questions never answered.

I can’t find the reason for all this chaos.

So I keep wishing for a miracle.

Seems like a ritual of everlasting agony-

and so my search for desolate redemption goes on.