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The Echoes of My Mind
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Icthoid Matro Coselos PM
A true expression of my depression. hope it makes a good impression. A couplet poem, personally I think this is great, read for yourself!
Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Mystery - Words: 171 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 09-16-05 - id: 2008573
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The echoes of my mind are dark and dreary

I cannot refute them, for I am weary

Loathsome pains within my core

My analogy: a numbed sore

When one feels so much pain

One gets used to it like the rain

When it's gone you know not what to think

This rain is acid, not fit to drink

Cold reminiscence of when I could still feel

Now I know not if I may ever heal

Time is rampant, in a rage

This world is my dungeon and my stage

The light never shines as bright

Every day replaced by night

Discouraging sun, moon and stars

Even the world has its mental scars

Every day we're falling deeper

Beautiful forests replaced by creeper

I know not how I earned this punishment

But I cry along with life's lament

Oh Lord my God, I know you're there

Please break my gaze from this icy glare

Save me from this world I'm in

Save me, save me, deep within

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