Alone At Your Doorstep Poem by Nick Kler

I sit alone at your doorstep
depleted and refused by today

My soul has been longing
my body is waiting to flee

Tears are flowing down my cheeks
my voice has lost its only key

Used and abused by my past
empty and down on my knees

Skin has been used by a substance
in return of some hope and glee

I often find myself begging
my soul was spent upon thee

Miseries of joy have cast a spell
of tormented death upon me

I dance so fiercely in reprieve
with tears of joy
and my worn out dreams

I set out on a spending spree
to flaunt the relics of me

knowing that my days are numbered
I spent the rest of me

Deceived and dejected
by the traits of death
spells are rationed, it said

My life is vacant now
profusely sweating my needs

I see my virtues burning in hell
in this world that I tried to dwell

Scorned by the compulsions of life
my ending is nowhere in sight


Nick Kler