Only the deep stream remembers
The night filled with shouting,
The child in tears,
The blade dripping crimson.
The whispered prayer for relief.
Only the waters see
The long, silent evasion
That your life became,
Or any evidence left,
Of the person you were before
YOU ARE READING
Darkness
Poetry"Here is the tragedy: when you are the victim of depression, not only do you feel utterly helpless and abandoned by the world, you also know that very few people can understand, or even begin to believe, that life can be this painful." ~Giles Andrea...
