Open Poetry #2 |
out of the shadows |
Mark4Him@juno.com Junior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 36Whitesboro,NY,USA |
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 |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This sounds like grief to me. Very well done. ------------------ Denise |
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Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
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/ |
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