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Inside Myself
Far path to roam - lost to fall of night,
eyes searching blindly - as the pitch surrounds
Disposed to wander - in depths of one's mind,
through darkened way's woe - the dolor abounds
Chasm's bleak trappings - firmly taking hold,
fated, the unsound - dire haunting inside
Voiceless sired whispers - illusions with speak,
phantoms come wakened - droning incessant chide
To all whereabouts - waits plaguing umbra,
echoing its longing - morose wails from soul
Grieving that beckons - with infinite tears,
always time to cry - takes the misery's toll
Not a hope to dream - life just passing by,
dread for the 'morrow - memories on hold
Depression that binds - nowhere else to go,
death inside myself - in a grave so cold
© C.E.Vance
Ooooohhhhh....me like a lot..
Ooooohhhhh....me like a lot.. very dark and real. I can hear, see, touch, the little devil....(Down, boy!!! Down!!). Tame that sucker, Carl. Pin him.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you.... I was hoping
Thank you.... I was hoping this one would nudge your heart a tad...
How could it not? Those
How could it not? Those lines.... makes it sound like you know the rascal as well as I do. You have made him beautiful through this..
"Look...listen... touch...and the taste, well, it's immortal"
~diary on depression~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
My lifelong companion.
My lifelong companion.
Pretty bouquet but with grey flowers
Pretty bouquet but with grey flowers. In fact truth IS GREY and you have indeed gathered the TRUTH in your bouquet of words.. Rosy New Year2014
©bishu
Thank you, Bishu my friend.
Thank you, Bishu my friend.