Pure DespairA Poem by Maria RetzI have never tried to commit suicide or even thought of doing it, so I cannot say how people who have done this felt before doing it.I can only write down my own feelings when everything seems dark, when it seems I never again shall find lightPure Despair
Ice cold, breathing, freezing,
shaking is my very soul.
No love, Death of Darkness,
nothing now can make me whole.
Blood red, breathing, bleeding,
pure despair controls my brain.
No light, Death of Madness,
nothing now can heal my pain.
Black tears, breathing, crying,
screaming is my silent voice.
No peace, Death of Lameness,
nothing now gives me a choice.
Old knife, breathing, cutting,
shaking is my very soul.
No love, Death of Blackness,
nothing now gives me control.
© Maria Retz 2009
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1 Review Added on November 16, 2009 Last Updated on November 23, 2009 AuthorMaria RetzDenmarkAboutI only share those poems and stories I have written that aren't good enough for publication. Therefore, do not think that these poems and stories are the best I can do, I can do much better ;D I have.. more..Writing
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