Lost

Depression sometimes holds me captive.

My heart is seething,
My head is reeling.

How can this be true?

My heart is breaking,

My hands are shaking.

I'm hurting through and through.

 

Tears are flowing down my face,

I don't want to be in this place.

The walls are black.

The ceilings crack.

The floor beneath me shakes.

The light is dimming every day.

For the choices I've made, I have to pay.

The things I've said and things I've done,

Have hardened my heart; the enemy's won.

 

The light has now gone away from me.

My heart is locked ... and I've lost the key.

Reviews

[Carole]

Have definitely felt this same pain, girl. This is wonderful imagery for what you are trying to portray: Lost...

My heart is seething,
My head is reeling,
How can this be true?
My heart is breaking,
My hands are shaking,
I'm hurting through and through.
Tears are flowing down my face,

You couldn't have described being "Lost" any better than this. Excellent write, Dez!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow Dez this is really dark and depressing but I can see it must ahve fit your emotions at that moment... you certainly made you point with authority here.

[Emily B]

I've been there. Still find myself in that room some days. Life is a continual maze trying to find our way out of the darkness. It can be done.

This is such an emotional and touching write!