Voices from within
speak in masses, total
anarchy.
Jumbled words, nothing
makes sense.
You close your eyes
and hope they soon disappear.
Deafening.
Maddening.
Slowly you sink into
depression.
You sit in silence
head in your hands.
A lone tear slowly
streaks across your cheek.
Infecting you like
a sick disease.
Breaking you.
Driving you deeper
within yourself.
Alone you sit.
Alone you break.
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Written August 13th, 2005
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One is one I suppose...
A knife sharpened, honed is proposed.
Welcome to the madness.
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that was scarily great,thanks for the good read,bbye
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i really felt the pain swimming through this poem...i loved it...very dreary and even though it sounds like a typical depressed poem i found it outstanding...iloved the title too... keep the ink running!
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im not 100% sure what this is about but like all your other pieces it is beautiful and as brilliant as usual, anyway nice write and glad you've got new stuff up, l8az take care sky xxx
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Nice job! I loved the form you used in this poem, it really worked and displayed your message nicely. Very deep, I can feel the emotion in this. Keep up the great work!
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Awesome job!!!!!!!!!
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very good
This is good, sad, but it is very good keep up the work, love you -
Wow excellent job, I loved this, so dark and deep, keep it up
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wow! this is weird coz this how i excatly feel at the moment !
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