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Sheila Greene May 2020
Numbness
In the quiet
Rattling peace
Confusion in chaos
Created by me

Hollow heart
Deadness within
It's not real pain
It's mental
Yet unbearably insane

Seeking punishment
Well deserved
It's ok
Turn your back
It's well earned

Quailing nightmare
Find no peace
Hurt me to ****
The beast
To make it cease.

Time's the enemy
For I suffer
Deeping hole
Widening abyss
Where I can't find my lover

© sd greene 9/19/17
We all have bad days, we are human.  Some of us have a daily struggle with the hollowness left by the monster within.
Grey May 2020
Lost
in
the
abyss
of
time,
we’ll
be
together
forever
~♥~
5/18/2020
Grey May 2020
I lie on my back,
gazing at the vast abyss
stretching above us.
5/16/2020
Hugo May 2020
I wish we could share burdens among us
Share whatever has our shoulder shrugged and our backs bent
Distribute that weight until it's as light as a bad dream on a good day
Chip away that burden with every smile and nice word received and sent

If we could share the darkest parts of ourselves
The passage ways, corners and closets that play host to our tormentors
Battle together the pull into the void that calls with promises of peace
Attack those spaces , bombard them with light  even to our inner centers

But I cannot share with you all that brings me pain
Yes it would be nice , but it cannot  be true
To give you one of the demons that have found a home in me
To make you feel what I feel could i still claim to love you

I am sorry, but these nightmares are mine and have been for so long
Not even the heaviest rain that hides and washes away tears
The rain that eventually stops and brings light home
That rain can do nothing to soothe and calm away this pain and my fears

I can't say if I am showing strength or something of another sort
But I will fight my void, shadows and demons on my own
Though I want to ,I cannot take your hand in support
Because when the darkness eventually takes me,  let it take me alone.
Argha Wadadar Apr 2020
Staring into the abyss,
I saw the demon,
that tormented me on many sleepless nights.
Now it's staring right at me,
what it wants? I not know,
the plethora of thoughts,
running down my mind.
For the time has come to,
dive deep into it.
The uncertainty frightens me,
it cripples me.
But, I know,
when, I will emerge at the other end,
I will be a changed man.
For now I have to,
dive deep down into the chasm.
a poem to conquer my demons.
Thank you for reading.
Zywa Apr 2020
A height is a depth,

a black abyss deep below –


your cramping fingers.
#103 - "Heer Bommel en de wilde wagen” (#103 - "Tom **** and the wild wagon”, 1963, Marten Toonder)

Collection "Bearer Toonder"
Tuesday Apr 2020
I am hopeful but I am not in my own reality,
What is real? Are you? Am I? Is life?
Will anybody ever know?
That's why I love the ocean,
The only place I feel safe.

Its nothing and everything,
It's an energy constantly moving,
It's a vast abyss but a calling,
I feel though I belong there,
I hear it calling my name.

I am nothing but to some or something I am everything,
To some I exist and to others i do not,
I am part of the universe that is required, I am its energy,
Yet I still don't know who I am.
Bhill Apr 2020
the rain left us with feelings of peace
senses purified with waters from above
mists that traveled through the abyss
openings in the emptiness served by worldly strategies
principles that live in natures character
and then - the openings purpose was complete
leaving us with misty drizzle
evaporating back into the emptiness of abyss
we wait for when the return occurs....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 101
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Distances
by Michael R. Burch

There is a small cleanness about her,
as if she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.

She has never heard of Faust, or Frost,
and she is unlikely to have been seen
rummaging through bookstores
for mementos of others
more difficult to name.

She might imagine “poetry”
to be something in common between us,
as we write, bridging the expanse
between convention and something . . .
something the world calls “art”
for want of a better word.

At night I scream
at the conventions of both our worlds,
at the distances between words
and their objects: distances
come lately between us,
like a clean break.

Published by Verse Libre, Triplopia, Lone Stars. Keywords/Tags: distance, distances, convention, books, bookstores, art, literature, poetry, chasm, abyss, divide, Faust, Frost, clean break
Jane Mar 2019
The dusty line between my reality and my dreams.

Deep dark blue abyss

Tranquil and terrifying.

Soulful wish of draining my feelings.

Muddy waters filled with confusion, holding hands with shame.


Floating in the grey zone where,
The idea of death makes me long for life,
and the thought of life makes me find comfort in death.


I desire to become a wave.
Part of a whole in the ocean,
curling to the shore and disappearing.

I scare myself with a thought,
the sleep from which I know I can't wake up from,
will be my best one yet.

I fantasise of the day where I can close my eyes,
and let them remain so.
The comfort of knowing I don't have to experience life as, I.

The bright yellow of the sun no longer makes me joyful,

Selfish, I'm selfish.

The sun should not be showing it self to someone like me.


The shine should not be upon my room.
Someone out there is better suited for the sun.
To live every moment, without imagining another one, to damage it.

I wish to exist, only not as me.

I draw my curtains, reject it's warmth.
I don't deserve it.
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