
| The Echoes of My Mind
Author: Icthoid Matro Coselos 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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