“Purgatory”
My hearts turn cold my life’s faded grey.
No peace, or comfort, or any sense of life resides in me.
Barren I am like wide open plains, no growth of life or happiness.
Just emptiness of a life, my prison.
I am my Judge and condemned am I for my Sins.
Im shackled and bound never to be free.
As a numbness covers me, I feel no love
or, is there really such a thing.
Only from God I know, but covered with guilt and shame
I’ve turned away for I’m divided within myself
As a war rages for my soul.
Only God or Death will deliver me from this prison
I have created, and then my soul will be set free.
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Author:
Nodine40 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 27th, 2016 00:05
- Comment from author about the poem: This is actually my first piece of poetry that I ever wrote. It is about the not having my son in my life, and the torment of dealing with it.
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Comments5
Depression limits the mind. It confines us to our darkest fears, to a lonely prison impossible to escape. It brings misfortune, anger and sadness. In the end, you can become completely lost into the darkness, the void within your heart, until the darkness consumes you forever. Death might be an escape, or it might just add to the eternal sadness you were lost within. Good write.
Thank you very much and thank you for the insight.
Thank s NODINE for a very powerful poem ~ honed from the loss of your Son ! Thanks for sharing ~ I found it challenging ~ I trust you found it cathartic ~ Love BRIAN Please check my latest poem GIRL OF MY DREAMS ~ Thanks B
We are human and make mistakes. Hopefully we learn from them and eventually forgive ourselves. This was heart felt and I grieve for your loss. Keep writing.
Great write
Nicely done
Thank you very much
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