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Memoirs Of A Depressive

The mind holds the burden of memories rather forgotten,
It locks them to your flesh,
Never letting you be free
Of your partially submerged self existence,
Grabbing at your heat, Controlling
the desperate beats that only just keep you alive,
Forever the claws of your emotions scratch
scars into your self conscious soul,
A constant reminder you can never escape
the darkness that engulfs us all....

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  • Raven-Madison
    June 29

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    great!

    i really like this one, and im not really sure what else to say cause all these words are floating round in my head but let me tell you it was great!

  • Sky Prince Ireland gold member
    May 7
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    Wow! Something I'm sure speaks for many people who go through this. Well done Morgan. Spoken with good honesty and self expression.
    Brian


  • nichtmich silver member
    December 18, 2008

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    I like the total, enescapable darkness of this piece, the last line really sums it up. Good imagery! Thank you for your entry.


  • Tyiura
    December 15, 2008
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    What a beautifully captivating phycotic poem that i just had to comment on. i know this feeling. though for me im just a tad numb Hmmm. I know that there is light somewhere in that dark even if you have to find it by crawling. its there. Look for it because, you'll find it.

  • Sky Prince Ireland gold member
    November 21, 2008

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    I'm sure those who have been deeply depressed can relate to this. Perhaps even you since at one time you were so angry and frustrated? Anyhow Morgan, great job. Your poems never cease to inspire and impress me. I'm proud of you, brother.
    Love Brian


  • Walking Oxymoron gold member
    November 18, 2008

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    Forever the claws of your emotions scratch
    scars into your self conscious soul,

    Great two lines there...good alliteration, and maybe a nod to self harm, (which I hope you don't do, but understand if you do...)

    Darkness doens't have to engulf you- just so you know, look at the good things... can you see them??

    This is an excellent poem, I'm sorry you feel this way. And I hope something makes you smile... soon.
    (Maybe these clappy dudes will help??)

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