Sorrow fills the pits of my heart,
I feel like I'm being torn apart.
Depression is cutting to the chase,
I'm still trying to put on a face.
When I wake up,
I feel like I'm in a nightmare,
When I fake it,
I go as far as I dare.
Before I break.
It's all I can take.
Stumbling as I struggle to finish,
All that I've started,
All that I got involved in.
All these problems,
I try to solve.
All these problems,
I create.
All these problems,
That hurt.
Hurt like no other.
Life has no antidote,
And I quote,
"The night is darkest just before the dawn"
Still like the image. Thats one of those things I like about poetry. It makes me see something from a different angle. Makes me think a little differently.
ReplyDeleteUsing 'pits' makes the heart more complex, more beautiful, more dangerous.
i love u man!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I haven't posted in forever . . . If you want, you can take a look at my other blog, which isn't poetry, but I still like it nonetheless. I'll try to start posting here soon again! winterscale.blogspot.com (That's my other blog) Also, I'm so glad you like Poe. He's the coolest. HIS WORK IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.
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