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The Hole With No End
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How I feel I am sober enough
Out of my mind
Darkness and numbness
Fogging what's left behind
Family is breaking
My heart dissipating
Spiraling out of control
But no one is there
To fill this dark hole
My bones ache
And my souls slowly dying
But I'm not even here
Even when it's crying
It calls me back
Every now and again
But the lost stare
I'm stuck in begins
It pulls me away
And I'm lost in this state
Can someone please help
I'm lost in this state
Drifting further and further
I can't help but think
Am I even real
Or was all this just a blink
My existence is unknown
To me and my heart
If fiction or reality
I can't find the start
From where I was
To where I will go
Every stare brings
Me back to the hole
Of endless pain and agony
How much more
Will my mind take
Before I get lost
Forever in this state
The state of nonexistence
The hole with no end
My life and my soul
Where did it all begin?
No Rut Writing
Your writing is not in a rut though. The "stare" and "hole" motifs and images are very piercing and memorable. Encore - Just bein' - Stella
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Thank you
I will most likely write more poems during this struggle to overcome my depression. Hopefully I can get into a lighter setting to show triumph through tribulation. Thank you.
-James
- James