The Living Dead

A poem about depression.

The living dead

As a thin vale I exists

Between the shadows of two worlds

My voice is but a whisper

Staining to be heard

I wonder aimlessly

My eyes hold a vacant stare

As the moments of my world

Slowly drift past me

Invisible to those around me

I seek to feel another’s touch

Yet I do not dare

Floating about aimlessly 

Within the lies of those I know

I watch in silence 

As they go about thier day

Wanting to join in the conversation

But I'm too late they walk away

The darkness engulfs my being

Just a little more each day

It seems so very cold here

I'm lost and can no longer 

Find my way.

This endless battle

That I have fought

To remain among the living

Is now a battle I have fought for naught

If I just allow myself 

To let go

To release

Perhaps it would be over

Forever than I could sleep

The light now breaks through my window

Some where off in the distance

I hear the beeping of my alarm

I rise from my slumber

To face yet another day

Wondering if today will 

Be the day I finally

Slip away.

Reviews

[elastagirl]

so true i need to spell check more often. thanks

[Monster ^.^]

I feel the sadness, yet indifference of the character here. It was a good write! But I sense some words were used incorrectly? Like:

"With in the lies of those I know" should have Within instead of with in
"As they go about there day" should have Their instead of there
"Is now a battle I have fought for not" shout have Naught instead of Not?

I think?