Surfacing is now but an impossibility,
Laying barely afloat,
Struggling for the single gasp of a breath,
The single indifference in the world.
Signs of escape, vanquished
Into the dark of the night,
Awaiting the sliver of a chance,
The strongest of wills, all long lost.
A path of uncertainty,
The debates it causes,
Narrow halls leading to bare walls,
Shifting weight, only unbalancing life's treachery.
"I'm done with it"
"I've lost all will"
"Where's hope when needed"
"I can not"
I can not push,
I can not fight,
I can not win,
I can not be.
Depression. the very root of the above,
The endless abyss of terror,
A nightmare in which you do not wake up,
The pool of water you lay upon, just grazing the surface, never able to take that breath, yet t'is only possible to watch as those around breath the air you so preciously desire.
T'is like drowning,
Slowly sinking,
Slowly withering
As if tied down,
Slowly losing the bit of sanity grasped upon by our hope.
YOU ARE READING
My poems, the sad reality of my life
PoetryThese are poems written by me, I've been told that i'm a really good poet, so I wanted to be able to show some of my favourites to people, these poems all reflect on my life and feelings, so yeah, this is the first time I've done anything like this...
