Posted in Poetry

Save Me

Save me from my own self destruction
A path I am stumbling down

Piles that touch the sky

Tearing myself down
No self confidence
Struggling to float

Grasping at air

Doom seems inevitable
My candle’s flame flickering out
One strong gust and it could disappear
I could disappear

So save me from myself 
The path of destruction 
I’ve set myself upon

A weight on my back
A thing I am struggling to live

The bleakness that is my view
A window I stare out into
Empty, dark, endless

This is what the day brings
A harsh reality
A path to my doom


P.S Not my image, found on Pinterest.


- high schooler - poet - wanderer

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