I Rise

Back to the crushing black deep,

Curtain shadow and starless black

Oil well swelled swirling black

Frost bitten dead toe black, cruelest of cruel cursing soul black

Crushing bastard black, rage thrashing sea.


Pass me the blade I will end this quick,

No more sinking from this sinking ship,

Leave the noose; pay the hangman’s tip,

Tie the boulders to this lead brick,

I am jumping from this revolving ship,

Throw me no more lines.


Further into deaths cloak black I sink,

Further deep into the dead man’s drink,

Passed the unforgiving Jack Frost brink,

Heavy iron binds the chains that link,

That pulls me to floor.


Let my lungs fill and sleep my mind away,

Away from quotes and all there meaningless bile,

Come into my mind for a day, then quote me a smile.

You keep scratching your hollow scrawl,

And I will remain dead eared upon the floor.


Pass me your hand; I will put it under the kettle,

Let’s test your resolve your inner metal,

And see if you can carry on,

Too much too soon?

Here is a broom, to sweep up your meaningless words.


Let me sink down further still,

To the black sacked cat sleeping drown

Seashell sounding whooshing drown

Dead patch eyed sipping sailor drown,

And on milky-way grains leave me to lie.


Where were you all years ago?

Before the acceptance, the circus show.

You have found your voice, along with your spine,

Well done for joining in at the correct and proper time,

And speaking from such a caring heart.


As I lay I look up through the black,

Tar beach sludge black

Oil glued winged bird black

Cancer lung black

Smoker’s death black, smoking black sea.


And in the dark of my pitiful demise,

I look to the heavens at broken skies,

I see a pair of marble pendulums looking down at me.

Golden rich deep brown eyes

Stab my heart with a lightning bolt jolt.


Eyes that hold with cobra stare,

Break down the dark, supply the air,

And lift my heart from its coal-black pit,

Gives me the strength, supplies my grit,

And from the grain I rise.


Her hair of raging black flames,

Wild burning bright illuminates blackest night,

All hell takes flight, vineyard soil of blackest sight,

Blackest, black hair.

I rise further still.


A smile that would make the ungodly pray,

Singing hallelujah, armies of trumpets play,

Pearl gates open to welcome coming day,

I want to reclaim my soul I say,

And so furthermore, I rise.


Passed the patch eyed sipping sailor,

Passed all the wing glued birds,

Passed Jack and his frosty brink,

Passed the ships of past times sink,

And all the forgotten souls. I rise.


And back to her arms I will always return

Back to her embrace, her heavenly burn,

I will always find the strength through my sinking demise,

To swim up towards broken bluer skies and meet her loving arms,

And so always, I shall rise.



Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

36 thoughts on “I Rise

  1. I’m reading this thinking that it could be the type of epic poem that’s studied in a class one day. My humble opinion is that it’s fantastic. I wish I could add it to a favourite list or something!!

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    1. Thank you so much, I am glad you liked it. I really appreciate all your feedback, it is so supportive of my work and makes my day.


  2. I particularly love the lines-

    “Further deep into the dead man’s drink,

    Passed the unforgiving Jack Frost brink,”

    But then the further I read into the poem, I can see an entirely different image. Not of one literally sinking under water or some weight but of one sinking into a habit, past the point of no return and yet that same love is always pulling you back in, even if it’s the same love that puts you under in the first place. I love a piece that can have so many interpretations. I know my brain doesn’t always read it the way it’s intended but I can’t help but imagine all the possibilities when you make it so easy to explore. -J


    1. I am glad you liked it, thank you for the comment, again, feedback like this is very rewarding and makes me feel very positive about my writing. Thank you

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      1. The interaction via comments is personally my favorite part of the WP community and what worth does a “like” or a read have if you never hear what the person think and feels about it?

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  3. This piece is like an onslaught against the senses, a barrage that almost overwhelms . I found myself almost out of breath…… this is of course in a good way and is the key to it’s power Charlie, it left me reeling. The beauty is that it is so ‘from the heart’ and intense I actually ‘feel’ your thought process. For me they either ‘tumble’ out onto the page or had to be teased out, was this piece a tumbler or a teaser ?
    My comments are of course merely opinion.

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    1. Thanks the brilliant Nigel, this was a tumbler. To be honest I could of gone on with it, a lot of emotion went into it and I had to take a break for a day or 2 writing wise, doesn’t always all stay on the page

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