Resurgence: Redemption's Fork Poem by Captain Harbeebiy

In shadows deep, where pain resides,
A man adrift, where darkness hides.
He wields a fork, a twisted tool,
Seeking solace, a moment to be cruel.

With trembling hands and heart so sore,
He pierces flesh, a cry ignored.
Each pronged embrace, a twisted dance,
A desperate plea for a second chance.

The forked embrace, a morbid art,
Unveiling scars that tear apart.
In crimson rivers, emotions flow,
An inner battle, a hidden woe.

But let us pause, with empathetic eye,
To fathom depths where demons lie.
For hidden in his torment's abyss,
Lies a soul longing for hope's sweet kiss.

Though pain may wield its cruellest might,
Within the darkness, there's still a light.
Let's reach out with compassion's hand,
To guide him back to solid land.

For wounds can heal, and hearts can mend,
When love and understanding blend.
In unity, we'll help him find,
A path to peace, and leave pain behind.

So let us be beacons, kind and strong,
To help the wounded find where they belong.
With empathy as our guiding star,
We'll heal the wounds that left him scarred.

In imagery of strength and grace,
We'll rewrite the story, embrace his space.
For even in the darkest strife,
We'll bring forth hope, and breathe new life.