I taste the poison of my soul
bitter, black
I touch the greyness of despair
foul, empty
my spirit is drawn
into a maelstrom of nothing
crushed by a force beyond gravity
that I created in my barren heart
breathing my tears
I remain submerged
A contest entry
- Perfect 10! (Part 2) by second-born.
1000 points, ended August 17, 2007, 7 entries
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Depression
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“…breathing my tears
I remain submerged…” and this is what depression is all about…after all the tears and bitterness…one actually remains buried…or worse…one is going deeper and deeper to the dark pit…this is such a good dark poem…
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eerie feeling
The image is very vivid and I feel like I am almost drowning myself. Very effective language use. I like the phrase: 'breathing my tears.'
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