Disembodied

I feel locked inside my head,

With a chain around my neck

That keeps the air to spread

Inside my tortured lungs.

 

I feel the water on my clear face,

Dripping on the floor,

Hitting with such grace,

Until I ask for more…

Compassion.

 

I feel the light crawling through my heart,

Slowly touching the void

Of the paralysed art

Leaking through my mind,

Screaming ceaselessly…

To wake up. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[49k_jdys]

I don't entirely get this poem, but I think that's why I like it so much. It can mean so many things to so many different people. For me, I relate it to my own struggles with depression, but the interpretations are endless!