I feel nothing, and everything
An empty echo
Trapped, screaming but yawning.
I go unheard.
There is a spark,
a promise of reanimation
in endless pools of blue.
I can die and live
a thousand lifetimes
in an interlocked gaze…
But what happens
when the jolt
no longer
reanimates
the dead.
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Author:
Anna Wakey29 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Like The Library, I wrote this not long before my ex husband left. At this point he had alienated me from my friends and family and I had developed Agoraphobia. I thought he was keeping me alive, keeping me safe - but he was systematically lobotomizing everything I was.
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Comments2
When one is dead they are buried or cremated literally or figuratively. A sad poem but many respond to shock and the heart starts again. Well done
Thank you ☺️
You are most welcome
this feels exactly what it’s like to be in a relationship with depression.Your poem brought a tear to my eye honestly,well done.
I'm so glad you related to it 🖤 it's such a struggle x
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