Despondency; trapped and cornered--
Incapable of escaping the inescapable;
Cold and desolate with this enervating malignance.
With eyes like ice and a heart like a dying fire,
I lose myself in entity; I fall out of perseverance.
To cope is an attempt beyond a labeled "failure"--
Discrete demons creep through cracks in the soul,
Forming abominable barriers that can no longer be mended.
Time running short, energy barren,
I'm no longer able to breathe as I'm stricken with despair.
Lungs collapsing; hope diminishing--
My heart goes into cardiac arrest;
It heaves for nourishment, it begs for mercy
And with each cry, my veins shred to cells.
Ripped of dignity, ripped of strength
And failing to adjust,
I lose all trust in salvation;
I lose all faith in life.
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Written October 9th, 2006
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I don't know if these feelings are true for you, but I can honestly relate.. The last two lines stick in my head, vivid memories of where I've been.. I know i feel that way everyday, maybe it's bad but i have just learned to get along.. Nice piece, very well written, indeed i am impressed...
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wowzah...
I thought I would drop by and see what amazing pieces of writing have come from such a beautiful person. This is so eloquent and beautiful, and also extremely sad. I have to say that I have felt this way numerous times - found my self searching for something to bring back my faith in people and in humanity only to have it stripped away from me again. I love your choice of words. I always say that you have a talent for language and I still think so. You are one of the more talented writers here. You have an impeccable gift and ability with words. It is truly inspiring.
This is such a dark piece and it makes me think about all the little things playing in my head that keep me stressed out. But I know that it is never okay to give up and that I just need to keep moving on. If you ever need to talk or just need to vent to someone let me know. You've been there for me, and I am always here for you.
love,
Lindsey
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Mellancholic Masterpiece
reminds me of how i deaden the soul with spirits (in a bottle that is)
but the poem itself feels like a lament of a soul destroyed by love ripped from its inner core...
the imagery is dark and bleak, but your words illustrate a vivid picture of suffering.
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WOW! WOW! WOW!< so powereful. So descriptive. Your word usage astounds me. Excellent write!
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