Alone I fight This

I find myself alone again,
Fighting the battle within me.
I can't seem to ever catch a break,
I'm forever tormented and never free.

Leave me alone I cry,
The thoughts repeat themselves.
I write this out over again,
Just paper to be put on these thought filled shelves.

Once more I am stripped,
Away of my protection.
The wall was broken,
I am left open to imperfection.

Inside I can't quite comprehend,
Where from these feelings are coming.
Just another bullet to the heart,
I'm at the edge and contemplating jumping.

The thought of death,
It defeats the thought of life.
The barrel of my gun.
I couldn't even see it to think twice.

So I'm left to take,
A more than precious future.
I've been blinded by the depression,
And lead in death by this immoral creature.

Author's Note

Death has a way with us all. The thought being so peacful leads us further to decieving life.

Reviews

[John Stussy]

This is very well written, your dark tone carries through without, and despite how twisted society may classify these thoughts as, they still remain appealing. Perhaps they even gain strength in their appeal because of the freedom granted by them. The human soul longs for freedom, and death is a means of getting to that end, though what lies after the escape is up for debate. You represented death's appeal very well, withan excellent flow and rhythm to your words that lulls the reader into calm. Something interesting I would like to point out though, you remain here despite the thoughts. Maybe you are a very strong individual, capable of holding your own against the darkness. Doesn't mean you can face it with ease, it does get a few mental hits in that cna be quite serious, but you get back up each time no matter what life throws at you. You've got determination, which to me, is even better than that simple drive for freedom. With determination, you can actually get there AND remain among the living. Keep it up. I greatly enjoyed this poem.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Why Do I Feel This Party's Over?

"I find myself alone again,
Fighting the battle within me."

A powerful opening. This is a common thread in us all. The net you catch with this is many!

"Leave me alone I cry,
The thoughts repeat themselves.
I write this out over again,
Just paper to be put on these thought filled shelves."

Fabulous second stanza. "Just paper to be put on these thought filled shelves." Yep, this is a pretty empty existence, devoid of real meaning.

This is a wonderful write. The sentiments are raw and true. There could probably be a few improvements, but I hesitate to make suggestions because the power is so wonderful that I dare not upset anything. In time I'm sure you, yourself, will make some changes. You are the only one that can do this to improve the picture you paint.

I enjoyed this. I'm a bit surprised I enjoyed this so much. A nice write, Sarah.

Best regards,

Rick