From the Depths

See that thing?
It crawls ragged from the depths
That creature
That monster
That battered unrecognizable filth

That thing that crawls from the depths
You can see it's pain
It's sorrow
You can see its determination to rise even after countless falls

This battered tortured beast
So determined to take the beatings
Survive the falls
And crawl once more
Out from the depths

This monstrosity
This unbelievable survivor
This thing so beaten, battered, bruised
So...
Determined

This thing is the soul of a poet
Bleeding ink trails through slit wrists and weeping eyes
Battered yet still
Somehow
Crawling from the depths to stand once more on unsteady feet

To run
To fly
To venture into the sands of time
Experiencing everything
Yet taking each step as it's first