Toxic Melancholy

Year poem was published: 2014

     A pain so great and tumultuous,

         life becomes a blur of tears.

     Depression holds a tight cold grip,

         choking out the pale soul.

     The cursed life of a feeble heart,

         too traumatic to endure.

     Madness drowns the pure mind,

         numbing the humanity away.

     A longing for death to finally come,

         to bring forth relief.

     The only true cure for an ancient poison,

         toxic melancholy.

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

I admire the word choices used here to vividly express a view from the world of shadows.

[Carlton Rolle]

powerful. Thanks for sharing.