Mirror of sadness
(cracked and hanging
on the pale wall)
bring into view
my expressionless
face, so broken...
Is that me (the one)
who wore smiles and
showed life in my
eyes (which now are
bloodshot and tear-
stained)...
No trace of passion
(as I sink deeper)
day in and out, only
holding on to the fear
of death itself...
Will I ever regain my
ability to stand on my
own (to wake and not
be sick) to feel the
sun in my face...
As I look into you
(I search for me)
I cry out, where are
you, my old friend,
and misery shows it's
ugly head (once again)...
...One day, I'll find me...
Author notes
this poem is a reflection of how I feel at times, with all that has happened in my past with sickness and other personal issues, I suffer from bouts of depression and it brings me down, when it comes on, almost too much to fight at times, but I struggle and so far, I have won the battles...
A contest entry
- Bleed For Me... by infinitechaos07.
600 points, ended February 1, 2008, 27 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Great write, you really express depression well. that deep dark place. I get the impression with the words "only
holding on to the fear
of death itself"
that the poem's speaker would like to die, but can't fin the courage. Fear and despair are fighting within her. As for the battle with depression, I can relate, I've felt this way too, keep up the good fight. It's worth it in the end for the moments of happiness in life and the connection we have with our loved ones that will be forever lost if we give in.
Wonderful write- congratulations on the well-earned gold. -
You have captured these feelings beautiful. I have my own wars too. The otherside seems to be winning at the moment. I wish you luck with yours.
Much Love -
Great write..I enjoyed every line!
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Wow this is amazing... I love this poem! It speaks to me and draws me in, I can picture it in my head as if I was there watching you myself. Beautiful poem, absolutely beautiful. Thanks for entering my contest and best of luck!
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Hey, at the very least you have the balls to share your experiences, something I know I've had issues with in the past and you put a voice to that with this poem of how much it can royally blow to be depressed.
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