Trapped

The battle of depression, and the feeling that I am losing.

There I am,
Do you see me there?
In the room of black,
Floating in the air?

No?
I don’t anymore either.
To many thoughts are surrounding,
Made to deceive her.

See, I’ve been trapped.
Or,is this really me?
I’ve been told it is,
Who else could it be?

“Hello?” I yell with echo,
A picture slowly appears of my room
“Where am i?”
The scene now to an open window and sky.

The scene keeps changing,
As I am still.
Hanging in black nothingness,
Feeling a sudden chill.

The scene is now me,
With eyes full of fear.
My hand reaches up,
I’m looking in a mirror.

Nothing in my face,
Eyes so dark they haunt.
I realize where I am,
Trapped in my thoughts.

“We are all here.”
I turn to see another me.
“we are parts of each other,”
I reply, “it can’t be.”

“The victor has won,”
Another did appear.
“pieces of us are now dying,
We lost to depression and fear.”

So many other parts of me,
Have been trapped before I.
I look back to the mirror,
“are we going to die?”

More appear,
“you are lost forever.
And she will slowly die,
Never to be free, never.

We are her dying emotions,
Her dying thoughts and will.
And everyday,
A new one of us is killed.”

I turn back to watch,
See her blank stare.
She lifts her scared wrists,
And combs back her hair.

Our scene is slowly changing,
And she walks back to her bed.
As we wait for more to join,
In this dying bodies dying head.

Reviews

[Jane Doe ~]

I love this, see because someone could see this as 'Multiple personalities' but I believe we have built more than one personality to keep up or adapt to troubles or situations in this world. there are so many pieces that we have built within ourselves. There are also many childhood hopes and dreams that die when we grow older. 'Facing reality'
There's a quote by Chuck Palahniuk that sort of corresponds.
“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.”
The inner battle with our thoughts. Ourselves. The whole concept of 'me, myself and I.'
It could be seen as years passing and different parts of yourself that you have created are dying because the inescapable change and or the hurt in the world is enough to change an individual. I can definitely feel the pain that surrounds this poem.
This poem inspired me, i apologize for going on and on. Great work I love it!

[Gray]

This is interesting because I see it as either multiple personalities or a dopleganger. There is definitely a darkness about it that makes one think. Nice poem.

[Courtney Hough]

I love hearing what others see from poetry! Thanks for reading Chris.

[Gray]

You're welcome.

[David]

This was hauntingly beautiful and Im really glad I read this. I like your rhyming and use of imagery. your poem didn't hit me directly but it definitely stood out and struck me in all the right ways. :)

[Courtney Hough]

Thanks so much for reading David!