Open Poetry #17 |
Lunacy : A Gloom Sonnet |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Whoa to those with grief and that greave alone, That cry and moan unheard inside their home With spirits once joyous crushed by events Spiraling downwardly as time is spent, The moon rises unnoticed through the clouds Then to be rushed away in dark of night Stashed away in sanitized halls of white, Captured bodies with spirits left behind, Reliving events deep within their mind. A ghost walks unnoticed through the crowds Pumped with medicines controlling stray thought, Unaware who they are or where they’re brought, Turning ghoulish they sink still deeper down, Immune to all actions or sights and sounds Gloom |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
My friend...you write of that "place of distance" all too well...the sadness in your words reverberates throughout the accoustics of my heart. How I wish I could make you smile! ? |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, We write what we know, Some write of serenity, Others of shadow. Gloom |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* this shadow is one that haunts so many. You touched my heart with this poem, my friend. It is so very real. **hugs** Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Startime, And such a nice heart to touch, Hope I didn’t chill it too much, These situations are far too real for me Events that are locked in my memory Gloom |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
In this I am reminded of the story "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden" read in my youth, decades ago... and now fresh again in my mind... well done, Sir... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I always wondered why you wrote of the dark so well and the gloom and doom of those white walls and hallways of silent screams..now I know..although you sanitize the view for us...remembering a poem I wrote for someone once, I thought was very ill...explaining it to his friend sitting in my car on a parking lot one snowy March day, I believe... I guess some memories are hard to forget. ~Wynter...isn't this fun..I am enjoying the memories that your words seem to bring to mind. Thank you *s ~Wynter "For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. |
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