The curtain is kept drawn, with Darkness
Peeking through slits, stealing Glimpses of the estranged, riding
The swaying chair, carved by suicide thoughts.
Beats upon the chest,
Thumping echo of the final drip
Caught still, while clenched eyes
Fear to open.
Panic in the cold morning,
When death becomes lucid
And less haunting, instead
Of uncertainty, you’re captured
In the spill into the everlasting moment
When we find ourselves lost.
©DorianPoe 2015
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That is amazing.
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Thanks Harley 🙂
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You’re very welcome.
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I can kind of relate to it. I always feel lost and depressed and somehow cannot get out of darkness..because I always hold in my feelings from telling anyone around me about what is on my mind. And i know its not good for me, but cannot help it…
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That’s why writing, at least for me, is the greatest salvation. It is my release of dark thoughts and emotions. The page never judges. It just listens.
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Yeah, that is true…but for me, it is hard to write out my feelings, because I used to write poems, but I havent written in the past 2 years because I didnt know what to write about, and still dont..
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Don’t over think it. Sometimes when I’m blocked I just put the pen to paper and write whatever comes to mind. It’s an exercise for your brain. It gets those juices flowing. Try it out.
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I might just have to try that….Because I tend to overthink things and havent gotten to write
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You absolutely should! I hope it helps and heals.
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Thank you 🙂 I’ve had a lot go on and just dont really know hoe to express it, but i might have to at least try to write it out
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