Depression

Cyclic, life’s journey unended
Extended, arms outstretched hoping
Groping in the dark
Stark, like the cold of night
Frightened, alone in trepidation
Contemplation, battles arise
Disguised behind forlorn eyes.
She cries.

Cyclic, life’s journey unravels
Travels, a broken yellow line
Winds along the unlit way
Gray, in a world of black and white
Frightened, alone in trepidation
Consternation, terrors arise
Disguised behind somber eyes.
She cries.

Cyclic, life’s journey unyielding
Wielding trials as yet unknown
Sown, from seeds of love
Above, darkness turns to light
Frightened, alone in trepidation
Condemnation, fears arise
Disguised behind empty eyes.
She cries.

And reaches for the tricyclics.




Free...me.


I don’t want to be me
Free to flee
Running fast
To no avail it seems

She catches me every time
Fleet of foot but not of mind
Apparently
She’s a step ahead of me

Pass cut off
Past lost
Paths crossed
X marks the spot
Of treasures buried
Deep within
Remember when…

Be anything you want to be
Momma said to me
She lied, and I cried
And I still love her
As much as I loathe myself

I don’t want to be me
Free to flee
But nowhere to hide
With wounded pride
Lost at sea

Wow!!! I can relate to some of it

I wouldn't say they are dark....I would say they are real and come from your soul

enjoyed both works,

free...me, is the one i can draw a parallel
with though at different times in my life's experience.

nice reading however...

sometimes the dark must be let out...
thankyou for the reads.