When A Hermit Rescued Me From The Cage Of Self Loathe By Katherine Lightwood

When A Hermit Rescued Me From The Cage Of Self Loathe 

    A Poem by :- Katherine Lightwood

I was a knight, stranded alone on the battle field of plight,

Defeated and ashamed, desperately searched for the city of light.

Horribly lost my fight that my emperor had chosen me for,

Crushed all my pride and disrupted my false valour.

Stumbled and bleed, as I walked through  that dark Infernal Forest,

Found myself caught in the grip of self loathe, couldn't able to protest.

Tired, weak and completely defenceless was I,

Watched myself, die everyday as the weeks and days passed by.

I didn't move, thought it's good to cage myself in the prison of self Ruth,

My judgements got clouded and I lost my ability to see the truth.

The war was raging across the gates of Purgatory, 

I shivered as those demons called my name and it's just not a story.

Was paralysing with fear as I ran through that abaddon city,

Couldn't realise when I fell in the dark well of self pity.

There I found a blanket and a warm lamp at the end of the tunnel,

Thought it would be better to die here away from all these hellish hustle.

Was waiting for a merciful death and forgiveness from my Lord, 

But didn't realised summoning the Grim is something I couldn't afford.

Then came a fateful day, with an absurd twist of fate,

When a hermit was passing by that nasty well, but was getting late.

I was passed out covering myself with a blanket of false pity and sympathy,

When that hermit throw a puddle of water at my face quite wittily.

Startled, I woke up from that void devastating nightmare,

Astonished I was, when I saw myself laying on that strange hermit's lair.

The kind hermit offered me some water and stale bread,

Touched by his gratitude, but quickly got sceptical because of demons raging inside my head.

Why fallen thee, my brave solider, what battle did you fought.

I too am a fallen knight, maybe scars of yours and mine relate a lot.

Dumbfound was I standing there, as the hermit told his lore.

Couldn't figure out how effortlessly he knocked down that abyss door.

Rise my solider! Rise from the dark pit of self pity that you have created,

Take this flaming sword and conquer this realm of Hades that you have always hated.   

Katherine Lightwood     

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