A Wait For Revival Poem by Debdip Maitra

Letters I've written, never meaning to send,
Words said in jest, not meaning to offend.
Walls built in anger, myself to isolate,
Tears unspilled build up, my heart they suffocate.
The lightnings rent apart, the black velvet of the sky,
And my silent screams they echo, till my throat bleeds dry.
My mistakes they haunt me, clawing at my innards,
And old memories scattered, like the mirror's broken shards.....
But downtrodden I won't be, miles I have to travel,
Cut and bleeding my feet be, mysteries to unravel.
And I'll push myself, to the edge of endurance,
Even if I don't find, a voice of sweet assurance.
But then oft the devil 'guises, as an angel's tears,
And our smiles they mask, our detestation and fears.
So I take up my own guard, the lonewolf wary,
Lashing out and snapping, to hide that I'm weary.
And I howl out my frustrations, at the bright, round moon,
And hear it whisper promises, of good things to come soon.
I listen without believing, for the jokes of fate are cruel,
And this bitter experience, the fire in me it fuels...
For lonely I stand, against the world if needs,
But stand strong I will, my self-esteem it feeds.
And I'll keep on walking, the consummate survivor,
Waiting for a turn in tides, waiting for the revival..........