the COLD DARK CORNER in my roomA Poem by Marquita Owens FreemanThis poem is about a form of depression. Lack of love and attention. Having no one to talk to.It’s a cold dark
corner in my room Where my sadness lies I use it as a
sanctuary To let out all my
cries When I’m here, it’s
us, I’m alone No one in my heart No one in my home I’m in this cold space In a fetal position Yearning for help Yet subjecting to
depression It’s here for me
everyday It couldn’t leave if
it tried The only one I can
depend on Is this corner where
I’ve cried My hair is tangy, My complexion sucks I hate everything
about me Yet, this corner
doesn’t give up I have drowned in my
tears Suffered through my
pains Fought all my fear But this cold corner
is all I’ve gained Depression is taking
over This lonely feeling is
scary This could never get
any better Death is talking to me My tears are now
frozen From this cold corner
where I lay Nothing more I can do Nothing more I want to
say Depression has lead me
to this cold corner in my room Where I have cried
myself to death This cold dark corner
in my room Is where I took my
last breath © 2013 Marquita Owens Freeman |
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1 Review Added on March 15, 2013 Last Updated on March 15, 2013 AuthorMarquita Owens FreemanNewark, NJAboutI love to write poetry and long letters. I am a mother and a wife. Over the years its been pretty hard to find the motivation or time to write. I will love to share my passion for writing in a greetin.. more.. |