here now i shall remain

a true experience

who i am to try to escape...
the city of illusions...
the city of lost souls..
the land of the frozen memories...
and this depression is impaling me...
by the lost feelings from the land of illusions...

sitting within the depth of my once left cage...
the cell walls are closing over my once dead chest...
taking away from me...
my hope...my wish...my entire self...
and sinking into the ever lasting feelings of being lost...
the feelings of a dying soul...
dying spirit...

the wind of despair is blowing from my shattered window...
the bones inside my corpse are shevering...
the illusion of ur shadow...haunting me...
torturing me...leaving me no hope...
no will...
the cold of depression is freezing my dead heart again...

swimming inside the lake of lost memories...
whispers...shadows...are following me...
killing me...mocking me...
stealing the left over...of my humanity...
dying by the frozen waters of the lake...
with no strenght left...or no will to fight...
and even not a singel thought to stay alive...

u shall never be forgotten...
take that as a promise...
and deom now on...
i shall be only remembered...
by my never ending pains...
my never ending despair...
i shall be lost within the halls of my mind...
my once again blackend mind...
with the feeling of being lost following me...
where ever i shall go...or where ever i shall be...

i will be here...
i will lurk withing the depth of my dying heart...
my once again lost heart...
and u shall be...by ever lasting dream...

Reviews

[just Penny]

This is beautifully done, having depth and raw emotion right through to completion. I love the line "the wind of despair is blowing from my shattered window". Sounds like unconditional love. Penny

[Lyn Anderson]

A powerful write on depression, with great imagery