Falling Into the Abyss

When words would not come out

            On times I grieve, I put my heart on my hands.

            When pain, loneliness, and agony

            are the only things that exist,

            I lay my head holding a pen

            hoping that some words can be said.

            I tried to bring back my sense of euphoria

            but each time I do,

            It moves further, inconceivable, and blotted.

 

My sadness, tied under my feet, as it drags me

            deeper into the dark abysmal sea;

            I immersed myself in its ravine, 

            little by little it taints,

            as I watch the pit stare back

            Into the depth of my soul.

            Only my dark and empty thoughts remained

            floating, and sinking

            continuously in a bottomless chasm I call life.

Reviews

[Rosalind Gale]

My darling, how sad, though heartfelt, and perhaps a reflection of where you are in your life. You know, I love words that just come from the heart, poetry can be so technical, or just plain old dull. Always keep writing no matter how difficult it becomes. Keep your soul alive through words, it will happen for you, never give up. You have talent because there is a feeling there that is quite recognizable. Much love to you and thank you for writing this poem.

Rosalind
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