Rise From The Ash Poem by Nikhil Sharad

Exhausted by the fight
To put away my pride
My soul is weakened
And is tainted
By the demons
Dancing on the shallow grave
Of the vermin
From which I must save,
If resurrected,
My inside
And make no mistakes
For they lurk deeper in tide
Where no light can find
The creatures that do hide
And multiply like parasites
Feeding on my god, my creation
and my love, distant and nigh.

Upon wooden bridge
Infested with termite
I swiftly ride.
My mighty steed
Treads with impatient strides.
And the zephyr sings to me
Of a distant peaceful land
Where I had once been
Perhaps it was a dream.
Alas my hands made callous
By the leash I held too tight
For I was certain
I would return to the haven
I bleakly remember.

I have come this far
Not to yield
But when a plank falls
Down to the bottomless pit
It does stir
My newfound courage
And my devil swells
With triumph.
But little does he know
Even if it takes me to burn
I shall reduce to a heap.
And when the moment is right
I shall rise
From the ash.
And wear my scar
Like medal earned in a war.