Depression
2/27/11
Empty
– empty windows, broken glass.
Eternity
– eternity spent spiraling forever into Hell.
A
Hell full of fury and heart-ache.
A
heart-ache that defines me as – lost.
Lost
in a cold – and lonely – labyrinth.
A
labyrinth that consumes my mind.
Trapped
– trapped forever in the horrid world inside me.
Tortured
– tortured is my soul
That is lost and empty.
Empty
for
Eternity.
This is possibly my favorite of the poems here so far. You've posted several poems about what it feels like to be depressed, to be on the outside of a circle looking in and hoping someone reaches out to you. You capture that feeling very well, and I too am intimately familiar with it. I feel, though, that this poem cuts most directly to the heart of that feeling with its poignant imagery. Depression is undeniably cold, and empty, and like being trapped in a labyrinth with no hope that you'll ever find your way out. Even I have never been able to capture that sorrow so accurately.
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