Nevermore Poem by Derrick Andrews

Faced with this,
Malicious,
Non-religious,
Way of life,
I'm,
Struggling upon the platform, of hatred and strife,
Time,
Rears it's head and laughs,
As I struggle to hold my balance,
Still limping from the past,
Future attempts still invalid,
Got so many things inside my mind,
That crush my lifeless spirit,
Until my eyes are blank, and blind,
And I'm too deaf and dumb to hear it,
That's the essence of my heartless soul,
So hear, know, and revere it,
For I've sunken plainly to the floor,
I've no option but to fear it,
Nevermore,
I wish to soar,
In skies, so high,
That seem so plainly pure,
Over a furious rising tide that I could not surmount before,
Nevermore,
And while I try,
I just deny,
That there's no cure,
Close my eyes,
Take to the skies,
And seek relief I've waited for,
Nevermore,
And while I'm wishing,
Life is dishing,
Out more blows,
There's no dismissing,
All my foes,
No reminiscing,
On my woes,
This grim sense of defiance,
Followed by,
The will to die,
I have lost my self reliance,
Yet I hide behind a lie,
Nevemore,
I wish to soar,
In skies, so high,
That seem so plainly pure,
Over a furious rising tide that I could not surmount before,
Nevermore,
And while I try,
I just deny,
That there's no cure,
Close my eyes,
Take to the skies,
And seek relief I've waited for,
Nevermore,
And yet I hold the hand of Death upon my journey,
Lying to myself,
Assured that I will never meet my gurney,
Nevermore,
If I was pure,
I would be sure,
That I was learning,
The path,
Keeps me returning,
To a barren land,
Still burning,
Nevermore,
I wish to soar,
In skies, so high,
That seem so plainly pure,
Over a furious rising tide that I could not surmount before,
Nevermore,
And while I try,
I just deny,
That there's no cure,
Close my eyes,
Take to the skies,
And seek relief I've waited for,
Nevermore,
But the end,
My friend,
Is nearing,
Which is exactly what I'm fearing,
But I can not defend,
My hearing,
From the screech of flames still searing,
Into the flesh and blood,
Of all I love,
Taking my cherished objects in petty theft,
I wish to soar to the heavens, up like a dove,
But I've got, not a drop, of energy left...