The thrill Poem, by thatsnotme, at My poetic side

The slow decline into depression has tightend its grip on me

ive tried to fight but can't break free

twisting and turning as it tears me down

I'm all alone

I'm the loneliest clown

theres nothing left

barely a shirt on my back

nothing to look forward to

A future's what I lack

now I know that day is almost here

i can taste it in the air

the ends growing near

And so when I leave

and I know I will

always remember

when I gave a thrill

dont remember

the man who wrote the peom

because that's not me

soon he'll be going

And now I must go

so I'll bid you farewell

But as always

I'll leave you smiling

i hope there's no

Comments +

Christina8 September 29th, 2017 22:06
Your poem ended abruptly so thats disconcerting. You make two remarks as to bid the reader farewell. I don't know you, but I'm willing to listen! Please stay. I know the grips of depression well. There's a lot of people on this site that struggle with it. i hope you share more poems with us!

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