You are between life and death, a purgatory of the mind.
You still breathe, and yet you are not fully alive.
Death’s icy grip isn’t upon your throat, yet you are chilled deep inside,
To the depths of your very soul.
You watch the world passing by, all the while you wonder why.
What have you done to deserve this? Why couldn’t they see that something was amiss?
You are between life and death, a purgatory of the mind.
Your thoughts spin, they suffocate; they bind.
You try to escape the phantoms of your past,
But this eternal wasteland is far too vast.
Oh how these voices haunt you, oh how these lost memories taunt you.
You slowly fade into the nothingness, falling prey to this merciless abyss.
You are between life and death, a purgatory of the mind.
You search and search, with no ending to find.
Author notes
this poem is about my fight with depression, dysemia to be exact.
A contest entry
- A Moment in Time (contest by sinnastarr) by Sinnastarr.
590 points, ended December 31, 2007, 39 entries
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Comments
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I really enjoyed reading this poem. There is a lot of passion behind your words. It made me fell trapped as I was reading it. I liked the lines,
"You try to escape the phantoms of your past,
But this eternal wasteland is far too vast.
Oh how these voices haunt you, oh how these lost memories taunt you."
Well done.
Thank you so much for entering my contest and I wish you the best of luck. -
You breathe and not fully alive....(this line hooked me and I had to continue. --This was dark, and brought depression to the forefront.
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