Ongoing Torment

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Written on Aug 05, 2016

Darkness fills my mind, and somber is the night,
Seek but you won't find, no escape from this plight.
Too close you have come, can't turn back now,
The parts are not the sum, the promise not a vow.
Smile all you like, it will surely be erased,
Walk but do not hike, run but show no haste.
Laugh at this life if you must, but surely do not chuckle,
It's stress but not strife, that will cause your knees to buckle.
Round and round we go, nothing good forever will last,
We're all part of the show, but not all part of the cast.
See me now, or not, it's no fun being the invisible friend,
Whether cold or hot, up or down, this torment will never end.
Here today, and gone tomorrow, is that the best that we can say?
Eyes that bleed, and full of sorrow, one minute crazy, the next ok. 
Worth is relative, and never known, of that we can only be so sure,
Things hidden, are sometimes shown, always some hope, but never a cure.
Mental images, recorded again and again, meaningless drivel written by me,
Sometimes in pencil, sometimes in pen, an attempt of course for my final plea.
Are you lonely too, or is it just me?  Am I reading into my life's every move?
If my words were art, would they still be free? or on display at the Louvre?
Evil thing this depression can be, there are times when I cannot break away,
Like what a dog can be to a flea, it takes over my mind as the wind does sway.
Tomorrow will soon be here, and my state of mind could change 180 degrees,
At this point why do I even care, however I feel is always tied to this disease......  

 

Tags: depressing, imagery,

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Ari J commented:
Nice
commented:
Thanks. Sometimes writing is very therapeutic.
Christopher Russon commented:
Very good poem Michael. Writing poetry is my therapy even though some of my poems Lack delivery. Hopefully not all of them.
Edward shields commented:
Not bad.

 

 

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