Depression

Let death close my tear washed eyes,

that have tired from long unanswered cries,

and put an end to this living dream,

where hope and expectation dies.

I have fought and I have lost,

against all with whom my sword I've crossed,

but this life; I never knew,

would incur such a heavy cost.

My song has changed in feel and tune,

from a spring morning to an autumn noon,

fading fast into a whisper,

to die in a silent winter soon.

Let no memories of me stay,

by the ending of this day,

do not call me to come back,

while I quietly walk away.

Reviews

[MOON]

This is a poignant write . I like the lines and put an end to this living dream,
where hope and expectation dies.
Its sad but well written feelings

[Pradnya]

WOW, GREATLY EXPRESSED, NICELY, BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN

[Reena]

This has such a classic touch almost a "Thomas Hardy " feel that I can't help loving it.

[abhas]

beautiful... indeed..... very subtly told... feels like a song itself... great work...

[Tate Morgan]

Very nice complicated yet beautiful as well as your own touch

[myst-ry]

autumns in life and poetry have their own and feel, and beauty too.. but they beget each other.. like a cycle
the spring has its own importance.. let it bloom ..when it comes into poetry, it comes into life as well.. be in good spirits
God Bless

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

You too will feel that glorious mist soon my friend. This too will pass. A wonderful write

[Lily Mae]

Every person, every soul it worthy of being called back...so when you hear a whisper in the wind...listen and walk away from the sadness into the light of joy:) xxx

[Coyote Poetry]

Depression can take a strong man down very quickly. Most of us walk the line of sanity anyway. A powerful poem. Sometime you need to walk away and re-gain the strength to battle again. A excellent poem.
Coyote