I'm grey like the skin
Of a dying man
No colour, just shade
Devoid of emotion I am
How do I bring myself back
To Technicolor?
When the contrast is broken?
I am doomed
Damned & tortured...
I suffer like no other
I seem fine on the outside
But my smile is fake
I have a false sense of hope
From the substances I take
Counterfeit smiles
When I want to be genuine
I could go many miles...
If only this car had an engine
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: June 27th, 2018 11:29
- Comment from author about the poem: Originally written as a stanza for the fusioned poem Living With Depression by Karoline, but she never accepted my friend request so I was unable to add it. Perhaps she doesn't visit the site often or she's read my other poems 🤔😂
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Comments5
It was sad. I hope you overcome. Nicely written.
Thank you, I'm fine actually but thanks anyway. Like I mentioned in the notes it was originally intended as part of a fusioned poem. They're not my emotions at the moment although I have been depressed a few years ago.
Take care - Syd
Your welcome and we all get depressed at times.
“I seem fine on the outside but my smile is fake.” Love that part so relatable very good work!
Thank you SJC. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem and those lines.
Take care - Syd
You describe the emotionless shade of grey so eloquently Syd - - - it aptly applies to any who are brought low by depression but the image and your clever last line put readers right on what is so well personified - a car with that shade and no colour is sure going to suffer methinks. A great read.
Thank you Faye, I'm flattered by your fine comment. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.
Take care - Syd
Good write, I do hope that car soon has an engine fitted.
Hi Goldfinch, apologies for the late reply. Thank you. Yeah that car sure deserves an engine.
- Syd
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