Trapped

Another raving from my days of depression. A dark place I'm no longer in, but I can never truly forget.

Trapped in the raging current. Drowning in the tide.

Nevermind kid. At least they'll say you tried.

 

Reeling from exhaustion but never feeling tired.

Nevermind son. Apathy can be inspired.

 

Giving up without a word, without a moment of remorse.

Never knew I'd stopped travelling. Having never known a course.

 

Finally realising. On the final leg of the tour.

The only way to matter is to fight, and scratch, and claw.

 

The road has no signs. We don't know where it ends.

Warnings are never heeded. Too distracted by our friends.

 

Feeling desolation, so familiar and yet so numb.

Preparing to face the end even before we've truly begun.

 

And when it's all so hopeless. So witout a guiding light.

Who'se to say they'll notice if we forget what's right?

 

As identity becomes abstract and we lose who we truly are.

We have only the self inflicted never healing mental scar.

 

And as the shadow is looming over your empty little head.

Don't you wish now that you'd chosen to listen instead?

Reviews

[OBWhiteHawk]

Woah. Nice way to end a very emotional and intense poem.

[Brett Pritchard]

Thank you very much.
I'm very glad you liked it. 😊

BP

[Quill~]

I love the flow of this... your meter and rhyme are immaculate...
best of all, I like that you have pulled me into this whirlwind of painful infliction. Sad and poignant. Well done. :)

(typos) in the 7th couplet.."without"- "whose". :)

[Brett Pritchard]

Thanks a lot Q, you spoil me with such praise.
Doh! Thanks for the proof reading there. Shall correct it imminently.

Thanks again Q. 😉

BP

[Quill~]

hey, I got your back, BP! ;)
my pleasure.