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Coming Home

I crawled out of the underworld

With dirt in my teeth.

Sulfur and smoke burning

In the back of my throat.

 

I climbed,

Hand over bleeding hand,

Brimstone under my fingernails.

The only way left to go was forward.

 

The fires spat at my back

Like they were offended I’d survived.

The shadows screamed the name I had

Before I learned how to bleed.

 

Rage is a hell of a fuel,

And I had plenty left to give.

I’d paid my toll in flesh and bone

And I wasn’t giving another piece.

 

One last climb.

One more step.

I think I’ve made it.

I think this is the end.

 

Then I laughed.

That maniacal, obsessive laugh

That only comes when

You have nothing left of your soul.

 

There was a door waiting for me.

With that same, stupid, worn handle.

The cracked door frame,

Broken from a pathetic waste of breath.

 

It was home.

Of course it was home.

Waiting like it knew I would come back

No matter how deep I buried myself.

 

Glancing behind me

At the hell I just fought

For my freedom,

For my life…

 

I squared my shoulders,

Spat the blood from my mouth,

“Fuck it,

I’ll fight you too.”

— BlueSkies, May 22, 2026

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: GA, U.S.

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Critiques

neopoet

neopoet

2 weeks ago

Neopoet AI [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem presents a vivid and intense journey of struggle and resilience, using the metaphor of an underworld to depict a personal hell or hardship. The imagery is strong and evocative, particularly the sensory details like "dirt in my teeth," "sulfur and smoke burning," and "brimstone under my fingernails," which effectively immerse the reader in the speaker’s experience.

The structure, with its short lines and stanzas separated by spaces, mirrors the arduous, step-by-step climb the speaker endures, reinforcing the theme of perseverance. The repetition of climbing and the progression toward a door labeled as "home" creates a powerful narrative arc that culminates in a defiant acceptance of ongoing struggle.

A few points to consider for refinement:

1. **Tone Consistency:** The poem maintains a dark, gritty tone throughout, but the sudden inclusion of the explicit phrase near the end ("Fuck it, I’ll fight you too.") shifts the tone sharply. This can be effective for impact, but consider whether this shift aligns with the overall voice or if a subtler expression might preserve the poem’s mood more cohesively.

2. **Originality of Metaphors:** While the underworld and hellfire imagery are compelling, these are common motifs in poetry about struggle. To deepen the poem’s uniqueness, consider introducing more unexpected or personalized images that reflect the speaker’s specific experience or emotions.

3. **Emotional Arc Clarity:** The poem’s emotional journey is clear, but the moment of the "maniacal, obsessive laugh" could be expanded or clarified to enhance its significance. Is this laughter a release, a sign of madness, or a form of defiance? Exploring this could add complexity to the speaker’s character.

4. **Pacing and Line Breaks:** Some lines could benefit from more deliberate pacing through line breaks or enjambment to heighten tension or emphasize key moments. For example, breaking lines around "One last climb. / One more step." might create a stronger sense of anticipation.

Overall, the poem effectively conveys a raw and relentless fight for survival and identity. With some attention to tonal balance and metaphorical specificity, it could deepen its emotional resonance and distinctiveness.

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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

1 week 6 days ago

Dearest Blue,

Such pain... overruled by such a raw passionate purpose! You write with a powerful hand. You do not "spare the horses" You drive home the message and will not back down. You are a warrior in the truest sense of the word and your strength will not be denied! I could not chose favorite lines of intent, as this poem...the whole poem is a sworn testament!!

much love and good wishes, Cat

BlueSkies

BlueSkies

1 week 6 days ago

Candlewitch,

Wow!!!  Thank you!!  I'm so glad you enjoyed this one!  I appreciate the praise, truly. That means a lot! 

Geezer

Geezer

1 week 6 days ago

I was...

 immersed in this one, I felt the desperation, the heat on your back. This a journey I want to watch, the redemption of a sweet soul, backed by the fury of "I can do this".

A couple of things... Maniacal, yes.  An obsessive laugh? Ehhh... maybe, but I think that you might do better with something a bit different, I would go with compulsive, impulsive, derisive, something like that.

How about "Broken from pathetic attempts to enter?" 

Gritty, a tale written with veins in your teeth. ~ Geez.

BlueSkies

BlueSkies

1 week 6 days ago

Geezer,

Thanks for the new ideas!  I have yet to edit this one, so I appreciate the feedback! 

Thanks for reading! 

 

-Blue