Consumed

A poem

Your mind will be consumed by guilt, doubt and despair 
All opinions will be diminished without a fault or care 

You'll spend your entire existence on what you can't achieve 
Remain as the tragedy bleeding the tears you grieve 

You'll learn defining the core of your being without losing control 
The future is unknown but the depression has taken its last toll 

You obey the confusion that imprisons the freedom you desire 
You are now fully consumed by the terror poisoning your fire 

You're the fear feeding the explosions of fatal attraction 
You carry yourself in a manner that is demanding full attention 

Watch your back as you crawl deeply inside your shell 
Your cries will go unheard when you're taken back to hell 

Reviews

[Roger Turgeon]

Consumed by depression? Must be a poet. Seems like we all are. Nice imagery and I do like poems that rhyme. Good job