my mind is screaming, clawing through a thick gray mass of film confining me,shutting me alone in a dark and solemn lonely void. i suffocate,trapped, distanced from the air,the light, from any feeling. my insides are dead. i hear the muffled sounds of life and cry for them.
-----a poem written at the lowest and darkest point of my life. Melissa
I don't think I've ever suffered from Clinical Depression, but this is the way I would picture it. Very descriptive!
------------------ It matters not how strait the gate; How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. --W.E. Henley Visit my poetry website: www.geocities.com/Paris/Musee/9954/