Nadir Poem by Aaron Lynn

Nadir



At the nadir of my being,
I can see no light ahead.
That thrusting dagger cut both ways,
And I felt guilty when I bled.
I always feel so vilified
By those whom I care for the most.
And the plague that I'll spend my life fighting
Finds shelter in it's weakest host.
That lingering need to explain myself
Often leads to me saying too much.
Every die that I've thrown has been hexed,
And my tired hands tell me that I've thrown enough.
At the nadir of my being,
My line of sight holds nothing but dread.
This spirit lies dormant and cold,
And good intentions have left me for dead.
At the nadir of my being,
Theres no one else left to blame but myself.
Through the choices I foolishly made,
I am led to where I've chose to dwell.

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