I treasure the few moments that I am happy.
But I know the darkness is coiled around my soul like a snake.
Ready to make me forget,that there are things worth living for.
They call it melancholy.
I call it a monster.
They call it depression.
I call it the black hole.
The light is so hard to find some days.
Every day a constant battle for my soul.
The darkness weighs upon me every day.
I want to live until I am old and gray.
I want to see the ocean.
I want to hear you say I love you one more time.
So every day I do battle for my life,
I send warrior's of light into the darkness.
Warrior's like your love for me.
Warrior's like my love for you.
Warrior's like my love for myself.
They chase away the darkness and restore the balance.
Until I stand once again in the light.
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Written June 16th, 2005
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I'm glad you like it. It was something I just casually wrote.
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What a moving spiritual piece.
I too deal with the battle between darkness and light.
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Hmmmm...I just wrote this on the fly. You are pobally right. I'll have to think about ways to change it. Any suggestions?
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This is nicely metaphorical, but a trifle choppy in the middle. I like the way that you portray the epic struggle against monster that is found in emptiness and darkness.

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