Ok, I've never done anything like this before, so I'm more than a little nervous about it. Poems aren't really something I've ever tried doing ever. Please let me know if it's any good. I hope anyone who reads past this point likes what I was trying to do. Thanks!
My Rock
This is my life, my world,
My hell among the living,
My willing cage,
The thing I embrace with ravenous rage.
With such clarity I see myself, the image of the child,
The soul that fell to malice, alone, despised, dangerous and wild.
Swimming in red, painting the walls with defeated life,
Blood running warm from my cold steel, my will to breath within two triggers,
Commencing the kill, until no pulse lingers.
An angel of death, some might say,
Angel's are false, I reply, with eager Cutlass rising high,
The time has come cry, to beg for life before you die.
The shadows of souls slip through my dreams,
Bathing me in nightmares with no reprieve.
And why, I ask, do I feel human guilt,
Buried in my chest to its biting hilt?
An emerging innocence in my life, one single soul,
Showering me in judgment and bold resolve.
To vanquish this intrusion, a simple task,
Swiftly could I free myself, my bullets would soar,
To puncture his heart so he breathes no more.
But a ray casts down, and I squint at the sight,
As it looks upon me with caring light,
Throwing me to anger, to curse and fight.
To know that the light, this man, a warming thing could see my heart,
A beating lump made stone, long thought shed,
Buried instead above the dead.
I find a glow within the dark, a heart I thought was gone,
Rising within me, awakening to the light of one.
He is a contradiction, a thing I cannot change,
A man I must protect, a thing I cannot do without,
Or else drown in seas regret.
The beast subsides but yet remains,
Though my heart lingers, swelling with burning shame.
Can I survive, to walk the light of that other world?
My reason to live, the one that calms my wrath,
Filled with doubt, but still I offer my life,
As he stands beside me, to grasp my hand in all the strife.
He is my Rock, to keep me steady through the storm,
A killer I may be, before the eyes of scorn,
And yet he accepts me,
And I feel reborn.
He is my Rock, a fragile life that begs to flourish,
And I guard him against all things,
That friend I will always cherish.
The heart that beats for mine,
The soul that thrives in me,
The light that fills my darkness,
My heart,
My soul,
My light...
...My Rock.