poem I wrote:

[angel with wings]

poem I wrote about everyday chaos in my life. unsure if it'll trigger anyone, so wanted to caution it.
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Entering the dark forest
Seeing only shadows
And haunting silhouettes
Heart pounding

I'm being drawn in
I can't resist
Compelled to follow
I have to go in

The darkness is violent
The wind fierce
A storm raging
Hostile all around

Each step is getting harder
Pushing against this storm
No clear direction
Lost in this hurricane

Clinging to nothing
Hope elusive
No escape
Life is leaving

Screams for help
Drowned by the wind
No one can hear me
Silenced by the storm

I crawl on the forest floor
Clawing at the dirt
Trapped in violence
Raining down on me

I'm exhausted
Bloody an bruised
Beaten by this force
Hidden in darkness

Still the storm rages
How can I survive
Getting harder to breathe
My voice gone

Bury me here
Beneath violent shadows
Darkness covers me
Like a cold blanket

Do you see
Do you hear
Feel my touch
Know my pain

I felt myself floating
Like I was getting lighter
As though hovering
Above the forest floor

I was being carried
By someone strong
Who heard my cries
Above the storm

Being rescued
From this awful place
Resting quietly
In his embrace

I saw you
I heard you
I felt you
I know your pain

I was sent to you
In your time of need
To rescue you
I'm the open door

[jamesjohnson5551]

Very beautiful poem and I like it very much. I am also a writer and works through a writing service and I am very happy to be here because I like poems and short stories very much. Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. I think that Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before. I wish you all the best and keep writing....

[angel with wings]

Thank you.

In case no one caught it, the last line reads, "I'm the open door".
That is a reference to Jesus.
Sometimes no one else is around or notices or cares, but God is always there and always cares.

[Collectively US]

Thank you Angel with wings I to write. It's very beautiful and I did catch the end. I find your poem speaking to me a bit today as with my current situation. Thank you for share maybe someday I'll put something of mine up.

[The People]

Nice!