Here I sit in my tower
Tortured by shimmering dreams
and glowing visions of what is not mine
So close they come
So bright
Tempting one to reach out
like trying to capture a rainbow
only to ram my bruised and bleading hands
into the unforgiving unrelenting unfeeling ice
Ice that surrounds my prison.
So close I can only watch the light
and imagine what the warmth must feel like
In frustration I lay down to sleep
seeking solice in my own mind
with dreams of love so profound
they are terrifying in their force
Only to wake with longing so overwhelming
you would die to feel it
Because the dream is just that
only an illusion
Beneathe the tower the water starts to rise
Dark, black sludge
that creeps beneath the edges
eating away at the light
"False"
cries my heart
"Fake"
screams my soul
"this is a lie"
says my mind
But my eyes do not believe
They only see the impossibility
of the dark consuming the light
and cannot be convinced of its untruth
by foreverwhiterose
Author's Comments:
"last year I was diagnosed with clinical depression. Writing is one of the ways that I use to cope. This poem is about what that depression can feel like."
Thu Dec 29, 2005 6:43 pm
ghost
Joined: 06 Nov 2005
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some time has passed since you wrote this, forever.. hope you are getting better, and getting professional help. you ever need to talk, pm me - i have been there too.
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