UNTITLED...for now

poem I wrote a little while ago...it signals depression, but I'm far from it.

...to have a mind filled with elusive thoughts,

Rotating,

Flowing,

Stopping,

and going,

Swiftly unknowing,

Why isn't intelligence showing?

Is it too, forever locked away,

like a heart without pain.

 

Depression has no measure,

Forever runneth the tears,

Shifting, my life has been,

for quite some years.

 

When I thought I found myself,

Chaos begins to take its toll.

When violets are blown down,

they are forced to regrow.

Reviews

[TBird J.]

The style is wonderful-it helps me relate to what you are writing. It's sort of simply comforting to know that others go through these phases of "is this chaos ever going to stop interrupting ME?". Thank you :)

[Intern'l Shultzfeather]

Good Luck, Natee in the lake.

[Kirstey]

Amazing simply amazing :)

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. brilliantly expressed ... that's how it feels ... i can relate to this ...