Silent Requiem

The all encompassing loneliness of depression.

For all your kisses turned, to spit

And for all the bitter waterfalls, I taste

They flood me, and so I drown

Still to swim this river, of sinking hope

I lonely blue, within the still lake

Frigid black waters

Suffocating, to the surface of my skin

Anchored heart, drags me under

Leagues beneath your, violent undertow

Smothering shadows, pervading

Deafening silence, overwhelms

A lifeless lost, adrift at sea, drowning silently

Self-consciously, consuming me

For all your withered, rose petals

And for all decayed, summer life

They bury me deep, in hard ground

Trampled on, under the soles, of a thousand others

I, six feet beneath you sleep

Smelling dead roses

Dead as the rose is mine

Just below, I scratch for the surface

The dirt beneath your feet

Left to wander, this desert realm of mine

Saddened, a horizon distance wide

Falling grains of sand, through the hourglass

Bury me alive, so deeply in passed time

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is real poetry. The first lines took me in and I wanted more.
"For all your kisses turned to spit
And for all the bitter waterfalls I taste"
The poem got stronger and better with each line. When anger and disappointment is all we have. Love isn't so sweet. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Cassiopia Summers]

This is fantastic! I really enjoyed it, but the first stanza could use a little work I think. It is kind of choppy.

[Maylin, Rise]

i love thisss.

[Aimee Mahathy]

Holy wow. This is so intense.

[Sorry Infamous]

I was hooked from the first line. " For all your kisses turned to spit" - Brilliant.
Your describe that all consuming feeling of the lonely so well. Dark and deep is this well of thought.

[Passingdaze]

Your writing is just hynotic. The lines here are all so good that I went ahead and read it twice. Such masterful work,I would love to hear you recite. Wonderful...

[Lizanne]

You so well tell the tale of depression. It is the saddest story that can be written by a human. But to acknowledge that they exist in this state of mind and fight this demon. "Still to swim this river of hope", you so adequately speak for thousands who cannot voice the hurt and deep feeling of loss they are experiencing. But look what you have done with such a dark state of being. You have taken it and become a voice for all that are afraid to speak out. When they read this, they will know that there is at least one person who knows how they truly feel. One small, just one small whispering voice can be a lifeline, it can become the welcome shout in a lonely existence that says "I am here and I too feel your pain, you are not alone in the darkness. I deeply admire this writing and respect you for creating it.

[Xyve rrg]

woah so dark and cold
awesome take on depression
the elements are perfect
great imagery and appeal to the senses too


"Frigid black waters
Suffocating to the surface of my skin
Anchored heart drags me under
An all consuming fathom depth undertow"

and

"Left to wander this desert realm of mine
Saddened a horizon distance wide
Falling grains of sand through the hourglass
Bury me alive so deeply in passed time"


(these) just blew me away...
very good, i can really tell for i've been there

[Marlena]

Wow, that was so beautiful and dark- twisted. Awesome job ^^

[Solitude]

Wow. Just wow. I can't believe how well one of my friends can relate to that.
She says that she's not depressed, but I can tell that she is. She won't talk sometimes, which is definitely strange for someone like her. I'm the only person she can talk to about it, because I'm the only person to listen and care enough about it. When she describes it to me, I can almost feel her pain and agony. She portrays it in such a way that I truly feel sorry for her, yet I also feel in awe of how strong she is to not break down under the huge pressure. She reads a lot of depressing and suicidal books, such as Cut, and writes poetry and stories that are certainly very depressing.
The thing that really touched me in this poem is that I can feel the emotions too. There are two ways why I can. One, of course, is that the way you conveyed the feelings in this poem, wording and phrases alike, really brought me into the poem. Also, as the main support for a depressed person, you end up having the same basic feelings as the other person. I feel buried under the pressure of helping her get through her problems.
Once again, I am amazed at your emotional poetry, and I cannot wait until I can read more.
--Solitude