Withdrawn I lay on the naked ground,
Swaying in ecstasy of my misery unknown,
Hidden beneath layers that cannot reveal,
The life that once held me now controls,
I reap the wisdom of who has it sown,
Steadily falling in a tumbling accord,
The grief that engulfs me has no end,
I find myself staring distances long,
I keep myself buried in pieces of me.
Please tell me what you think
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Oh this is truly sad. Don't be a recluse. I suffered from depression for many years. What I discovered once I sought help is that most of my "misery" was self-induced. There are people here for you. I do think that the higher Spirit works through people. Come out of the shell and find self. A very descriptive poem that almost tells more than I think you want the reader to know. Unless of course, you are seeking help in this way. I hope the best for you.
Candice
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This was a very deep piece. I feel there is such a longing that is taking place and the pain is unbearable.
That is my take on it. Very good piece.
Soulful Woman
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Interesting
Although I found it rather hard to comprehend the overall feeling is very clear, if the exact meaning a little muddled. It disturbs me a little...maybe disturb isn't the right word...it's unsettling. None the less enjoyable.
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