Saturday, January 26, 2019

Depression



It’s the cold temperature in the room
Hanging heads capture lost hearts
There is a war
It’s the acceptance of pain
Nothing will ever reach me again
I try to light a fire .

But the storm is washing me away
I’m here alone
Fighting my way out of this darkness
The small flicker of light
Digresses .....

Intermittent the room I’m sinking in
Like a boat lost at sea.
The way you salvaged me
Heart beating .

I’m broken buttons on a rare jacket
You left on your chair

It’s always cold in here
Has anyone met dispear

I’m in her prison
Begging for light .

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.