Author Information
The Vent
Folder:
Depression "The Vent" 1 - 24 - 03
These thoughts haunt my waking mind
They taunt my heart with no respect to time
These feelings flow out of my heart
These thoughts express a need to depart
My body expresses what lips will not say
My actions do show my intentions for this day
My mind flows backward through all the pains
In due time I no longer hold the remains
Out of my hands, no more control
Slowly losing grip of the heart and the soul
I step up to observe the chosen path
My body has chosen to utilize the wrath
Must meet the end with no hesitation
End the world with utter devastation
As these thoughts flow and the pictures move on
I drift off to sleep... What the soul harbored is gone.
A good poem. And here I thought you were going to be screaming nd yelling about something.