Description:around the globe there are people who are going into a place where they can't trust anyone,speak to anyone,share the load anymore-"depression".the cause of such a state in people is most of the times something wrong done on the part of someone else,by someone who they thought they could trust.a ,out of poems have been written from the POV of a a depressed person so I decide to do something different.i won't say much,all I'll say is that this poem is from the POV of a person guilty of contributing to the depressed state of one.if you still didn't understand read on(if you did,read onanyways!)It gets a bit boring in the start but will start making sense as you read ahead.
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He turned,his eyes met mine,
I felt myself drowning,in the tints,in the hues,
His translucent iris,reflecting my face,
Damp with torture ,sore with blues.
Those eyes- a spectrum of shades,
Creeping in a red,crawling in a blue-hazel dominance,
Glistening,mesmerising,I felt myself getting lost in them,
Lose myself further in his hypnotic essence.
The tints,the hues,the colours,the shades,
Ambassadors of an overflowing river,
A river full of past tears,salted by scars,
A heart damp,heavy,bearing what to the selfish does matter.
How variant,how diverse were the colours,
The colours that swam in his eyes,
Each shaded different,dilute with a different emotion,
Emotions of sorrow,regret and silent cries.
I felt myself fall.
Stumble on the rock of his sight,into the pit of his heart,
Heart- a caged beast,violently struggling to be free-
From the promises,the bitter truth and above all to pull out the dart.
The dart I pierced years ago,by announcing to the world,
His biggest secret.then leaving him helpless-to the evil world no closure,
I broke his trust,shattered it into pieces,
Pieces never be to be glued back and too many to measure.
I lose myself,in the dark abyss he was struggling to get out of,
In a place with only scrub,thorns,starless nights and cloudy morns,
A cloud of thrown ruthless words,of wounds,limiting him from reaching the sky,
Unheard-in the dark vacuum,agonised,he cries.
I fall further.
My soul is slipping away-away to the dark,
The place e had entered and to where he was dragging me down,
He did the same-shattered,extinguished the little in me that was left-the final spark.
He is walking away,never to be seen again,
I find myself screaming-unheard,
Trying to break free from the chains of guilt.,
I die a millionth time-soul CHAINED and heart UNTAMED.
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A/n: this poem was written in about 10-12mins(timed).
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