My step it did falter
Tears like rain
Cold thoughts gave no shelter
Belief the same.
The poet inside me
Was hidden away
Dark, cramped forgotten
A shadow, astray.
Each stride a burden
Body weak, mind scarred
By lifes cruel circumstance
Hope was barred.
Existence a prison
No hope of escape
Thick taunting walls
No barricade.
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nephilim56 (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2024 03:17
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Comments1
Well structured message.
The poet was released.
many thanks
I really liked this poem, because I have felt in a similar way, so thank you for writing such a meaningful poem.(I would publish a more meaningful poem than the one I just did but I don't know if mentions of suicide depression or intrusive thoughts are allowed)
I thank you I believe expression via words can be helpful to such thoughts, maybe if you tick the over 18 box it may be acceptable, My poem No Reply talked openly of suicide and that was acceptable. I hope sincerely of course that no one takes that drastic step, maybe releasing such feelings through words is a therapy within itself
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