DepressionA Poem by MeaganDarkness like a shroud covers my soul, and oft times for no reason at all. Silence like a plague enters my heart, as if it has stopped never to restart. Clouded is my head, as thick as a fog; dismal are my thoughts, as bleak as a bog. Emotions like knives opening every wound, but bleed they won't for death is not to come. Dying is my wish to escape from all this pain; as if a loved one has passed and I am drowning in my shame. Life is such for me, no hope or love or joy; only to remain tormented in my mind until kindness takes me home.
© 2008 Meagan |
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Added on February 23, 2008 Author
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