There were times In my life when It just passed
me by seemed all my
of youth disappeared I never got the chance to
live the days of my
There was space between
a being a teenager to middle age that's completely missing disappeared behind locked doors drawn curtains never allowing sunlight
Staying In never going out
sleeping away daylight hours came to live briefly after dark laid awake with the other creatures of the night
When everybody slept knowing I could never sleep at night only daylight hours like a vampire's existence afraid of
This poem Is about the devastating effect depression on one life I lost most of mine
because of It
We all have questions of our motivations
and endeavours of life's
cause and effect.
Then we realise,
life is a challenge of moments.
And how we play the game
of our finite continuing...
Do we give up?
Or do we collect our strength.
Showing all that where stronger
than a question mark..
That falls at every ending to a query?
But why must we be hooked by this.
Now answering it before
we need to even explain ourselves..
Be stronger at the start
and never question
where we finished.
Because to question ourselves
only leaves more question marks..
What was that?
Was it the effect
Genre: Clinical Romantic
Theme: When the balance is lost ||Dissociative world
every step i take
my soul and body ache
that by the end of the day
i will feel love
instead of hate
in all the pain
as if new life
rushes through my veins
because i'm human
which no longer means
i fall down
and grow old
to be proud
what i've done
it was a long way
and i took different paths
to form myself
how i am, act and love
but just as hurt
has a domino effect
so does healing
which i discovered
To cast my eye's upon
a world to which I no
a world that's changed
far from growing up as
as a child
now there are constant demands pressure of
work causing stress bills
landing daily on the
doormat, there seems at times very little reason to
want to continue In a world I no longer recognise
But sadly I have
to live, sorry for young of
today who we leave to a world those that lived before have destroyed with our own greed and
self Importance forgetting
this world and It's environment the greenhouse effect a pathetic legacy Is that we
leave our young and unsuspecting innocent who themselves have done no wrong, how wrong was
God to leave his world In our care
A world I no longer recognise so sorry for the young bringing them to a world to which we before have already destroyed
I guess that 'love' isn't always flawless and simple but, nonetheless, it is pure
The 'love' was there and ultimately she's made me happier than before
Butterfly Effect ha ha
(Started this in 2017, finished it in 2018)
vanity is makeup-like, an airtight mask
eroding, alas, the skin underneath