Items of Depression and Enlightenment

Strange, yes. Confusing, hopefully not.

A cloak of darkness,

Is carried on my shoulders,

I need to find a way to get rid of it,

And pass it on to the next one

A ball of light,

Is sent off into space,

I need to find it in the dark abyss,

And use its energy to be happy again

A gown of self hate,

Is lying comfortably on my body,

I need to find a way to burn it,

And never have the ashes found

A chest of happiness,

Is in the deepest part of Earth,

I need to find a way to get down there,

And devour its delicious taste

A crown of despair,

Is resting upon my elegant head,

I need to find a place for it to stay,

And then no one will have to feel its pain

Author's Note

Again, made last night. Obviously, it's not rhyming--DON'T JUDGE MEEEE! :P Anyway, hope y'all liked it. Please review! Thanks!
-Willa

Reviews

[Riley Bray]

I really loved this poem, especially that third stanza of yours, stunning word choice. Good job on this one Willa!

[Savior of Time]

Thanks Riley! :) The third is my personal favorite, too.

-Willa

[Riley Bray]

See? Same page here. 8)

[Savior of Time]

Lol, yes.

-Willa