My Darkest Hours

Darksidepoet

It creeps ever so slowly,

pretending to be meek and mild,

it sees you are lonely,

Alone, ever so alone,

The trap is set in silk,

like a velvet cloak,

waiting to choke you,

grabbing hold of your throat.

 

One moment it's sunny, smiley,

everything is glowing,

when all the time it's hiding,

biding, ready to pounce,

waiting for your footstep,

to fall in his shadow.

From green hazy meadows

and rainbow fountains

to the depths of despair.

All the while unaware,

of the Con man's hook,

to drive you down,

grind and swerve,

until you hit the ground,

trying to peer up,

blinded by clouds of pain,

numbly, feebly reaching around,

trying to stop,

the self-murdering thoughts again.

 

Desperately remembering words from lovers,

Mantras from Mothers,

instructions from Fathers.

Grasping, slipping,

My tongue thick and tied,

when I try to recall and say,

the life-saving tools,

which behind I can hide,

the literal word barrier,

I know I can use to defend

Myself for one more day,

against depression, my oldest friend.

  • Author: Darksidepoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 13th, 2017 08:54
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Comments4

  • myself and me

    It reminds me of my dark moment. Too bad, there is no prescription available for it. Well expressed.

    • Darksidepoet

      Thankyou , writing seems to be my self prescribed help these days,💜

      • myself and me

        Writing does help. that is how I start my writing.

      • Heather T

        Melancholy so often propels the pen, and the purging helps shake the dust from the soul. I write about old hurts, too. I just try to be intentional about not living there, and it appears you are doing the same. Depression always lies to us about our solitude, and our writing reinforces that we are never alone! Fine write.

        • Darksidepoet

          Thankyou, you have spoke my mind! I write as if its about another person and find it hard to face its my reality,💟💀

        • Darksidepoet

          Its Monday morning, 9:00 not a great time for me but reading everyone's comments has really given me a boost! My poems are the by product of my depression and seeing positive comments really forces me to accept something good is happening so big hugs to everyone , you are better than the Dr!!🌚🌷

        • Darksidepoet

          Still cannot read this!!😰💔



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