My life is becoming a Black HoleA Poem by stephen ferrettWhen someone is suffering from depression and or anxiety, life slips away. It is difficult to find and joy and light in anything. I likened my life as being drawn into a Black HoleMy
life is becoming a black hole
“Your eyes are black” she says If eyes are the gateway to our souls, my soul must be
black Light fading, desire waning, and hope disappearing My life is becoming a black hole My body wants to die, my brain wants to live, a bitter conflict that make me weak. I close my eyes and pray for silence. Dark voices, disturbing images, pain, the vile music
endlessly playing in my brain. I need to sleep my body is fading, but dark thoughts are
always invading. As night turns to day, I pray for solace, some peace and
light. Fear grips once again, I know that eventually the black hole
will forever swallow my soul.
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Added on May 18, 2017 Last Updated on May 18, 2017 Authorstephen ferrettForres, Moray, United KingdomAboutI have published a Children's book but have since found the writing mojo difficult to follow up with a sequel. Following a mental breakdown, I have branched into poetry writing. I write about my.. more..Writing
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