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Look across and see the dark

The art of disappearing

Unspoken words and emotions

Too sunken for resurfacing

 

Into the night it creeps

Becoming harder to endure

The day light helps it sleep

But the quiet forces its pulse

 

And the pain just crawls deeper

Until the strength to fight is gone

When the morning light shocks the senses

Despair lingers on

 

Throughout the day the walls get smaller

Hallways extend far into space

Tears swell in currents

Leaving ambivalence in their trace

 

It reminds me of your passing

When I saw the last light of hope

I couldn’t reach to you for many reasons

None of which you will ever know

 

The thoughts just sit in puddles

That I pray to go away

But puddles become oceans

with no escape 

 

I sense its arrival

try to prepare 

even send out signals 

to anyone that is there 

 

But the line is left unanswered

no one can hear the call

it isn't without caring 

no one can feel me fall

 

Reviews

[TheProcrastinator]

Hi! Newbie here. I just want to give appreciation to your poem. I just love how you've written it in a beautiful rhyming way. Your choice of words are just right from your point of view. Keep it up :)

[KCthelastboyscout]

I can relate to this story thoroughly. I can read in between the lines. This is beautifully written from a dark point of view. I hope this is a part of your life you're looking back upon instead of dealing with now

[Dark2Light]

Thanks! Yes, it was a much darker time. Writing is a helpful tool for letting the thoughts out.

[Dark2Light]

Complete newby. Please do not judge harshly 💁. This is one I wrote several years ago. It's about depression.