Again, about depression and seeing the world a different way.
Darkness overshadows
good memories of time,
covers with blackness
all that looked fine,
ends all the laghter
I once knew was mine,
strangles the air
like a neck by a vine.
Where went the light
I once held so dear?
to light up sweet dreams
and chase away fear?
to show me the laughter
I've forgot how to hear?
to block out the darkness
and make it all clear?
Give me back the torch
that turned night into day,
hand me the shield
which kept pain at bay,
show me the sunlight
where I can bath in the ray,
let loose the laughter
that has gone away.
Extreamly deep, and real meaningful and emotional read.
Your rhyming here is flawless, so perfect, and really impressive.
You are strong just for sharing your real feelings and being so honest.
The best poetry does come straight from the heart.
In our darkest days it can be hard to find a flashlight sometimes.
I hope you find a flashlight and find the laughter that doesn't last long enough and disappears for to long.
Extreamly deep, and real meaningful and emotional read.
Your rhyming here is flawless, so perfect, and really impressive.
You are strong just for sharing your real feelings and being so honest.
The best poetry does come straight from the heart.
In our darkest days it can be hard to find a flashlight sometimes.
I hope you find a flashlight and find the laughter that doesn't last long enough and disappears for to long.
I really liked this. Some of the best stuff comes from the darkest of days but more importantly there is a showing if strength. There was a small typo in the fourth line from the end but otherwise I thought it was good.
If i liked your last poem I read, I loved this, for what my opinion is worth I thought this incredibly well written, it flowed beautifully, excellent stuff mate.
"Where went the light
I once held so dear?
to light up sweet dreams
and chase away fear?
to show me the laughter
I've forgot how to hear?
to block out the darkness
and make it all clear?"
Love those lines as well as the rest of the poem. Nice work :) Never stop writing. You're talented.
I have been writing poems since 14 when my nana passed away, I'm not saying they're any good, but when my head is a bit messed up they help me organise my thoughts. They tend to be about my relationsh.. more..