What mountain is higher than loneliness
And what valley is lower than despair
For my heart is torn in the wake of apathy
And I long for a life to share
The light stays dim behind my shades
And all the shadows glow
My voice echoes off the wall
With words that I don’t know
An orange beam filters in
Unwelcome guest in my room
What right the sun to be so bright
When I am filled with deadly gloom
My heart beats irregular
And my thoughts have no pattern
And I hear the wicked laughter
Because the ravens are a-gathering
My soul is on the wire
This might be the end
All the darkness, all the pain
Just cause I have no friend
So if you see me on the outside
Just smile and nod your head
And know that I’m still living
And not yet the living dead
2007-08-09
16:45:18
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ignoramus_the_great
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➔ Poetry
I welcome you to share in my regression. It is the progression of my depression. I don't mean to make a bad impression, this is more like a sad confession.
2007-08-09
16:46:01 ·
update #1