Dead Are happy memories And hope is all But gone Maggots feed Upon my sorrow And the knowledge I'm alone Flies swarm Around the carcass That my empty heart’s Become They lay their eggs Their larvae grow They make my soul Their home And in The dead of night The spiders hunting flies Do come… Continue reading The End of Hope
Category: Depression & Mental Health
Alone in the Crowd
Never felt so lonely As when I'm standing in a crowd Lost amid the faces Of the people all around Feeling insignificant I could slip away without a sound And no one here would miss me As I disappear Never to be found
Waking Up On Mars
It feels like I'm waking up on Mars Silent Desolate Unfamiliar I am alone But free To explore To live Without rules Without boundaries Without judgement Just me And a barren endlessness I can call my own I wrote this ages ago but never posted it. Didn't think it was good enough. But as… Continue reading Waking Up On Mars
Panic Attack
I went a little off track Hope it's nothing more Than a just minor setback Don't want to have to backtrack Track back Back along the beaten track Uncovering the old cracks Filling up my backpack With the stack of weights that I thought I'd left behind Don't make me go back Back where my… Continue reading Panic Attack
Foreigner
There are days That I feel Like a foreigner In my own skin In my own head As though I don't belong And there lives Another being Much stronger Than I Controlling The thoughts And the voices Compelling me To leave But what if I do? Where would I go? This mind And this… Continue reading Foreigner
The Day I Survived
I was certainly tempted By the offer presented It took all of my strength to refuse "Escape from the darkness And all of life's harshness" It seemed almost too good to be true You were in quite a hurry To finish things early And get the deal over the line It was your desperation… Continue reading The Day I Survived
Self-Loathing
I try not To take it Personally When not even my own Reflection Can bear to look At me It hurts It cuts deep And the only thing That hurts more Cuts deeper Than this self-loathing Is the feeling That this is never Going To change Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt:… Continue reading Self-Loathing
Stygian
Beneath My pale skin Flows Stygian blood Carrying shadow Through The crepuscular tunnels That fill This otherwise vacuous And tenebrous body Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: dark
I Fade
"Are you still there?" I whisper To the darkness Silent echoes Answer "Always" Tendrils Extend From the shadows And into them I fade
Waiting For The Sunrise
I used to sit And stay awake all night Waiting for the dawn The advent Of a fresh day With new beginnings The rising of the sun An inspiring metaphor Of how I would lift myself From the dirt But it never panned out The way I envisaged And in time I realised my mistake… Continue reading Waiting For The Sunrise
