Subsist Transported from a pristine hollow Now living under my gravestone Through the expanses of the wasteland Echoes my complaisant moan A savior to the waking slumber But suppliant before your throne Complying with the benign plunder Collapsing before the vast unknown Surrounded by the tainted many Refugee from my sacred home Standing like an ancient fortress Rigid like the mountain stones Scorching my path through the darkness Refuting all I have been shown Purging myself of the world’s illusion But still I am a faceless clone As broken as the burning village As empty as the wind once blown As distant as the stars above And even more alone Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index Next [Life Poetry]

The Glorious Act The spotlights painting on my face And all eyes trained on me Everyone looks and likes the tale But they choose not to see As the lights blink out And the velvet curtains down The props are packed and moved away There echoes not a sound The costumes have been taken off The veils are cast aside The exquisite set is disassembled I see what lies behind The audience was entertained And I exit with a bow I played my part and had my fun But I’m not whole somehow The empty stage is all there is It had to end before my eyes For the whole act I was alone Alone I laughed Alone I cried Alone I dreamed Alone we all shall die Glorious... Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index Next [Life Poetry]

Drifter Floating through the atmosphere Drifting in the waves Wishing I could disappear Hiding in my grave Cast the line far from here But I cannot be brave Clinging to what I hold dear Searching for my cave Passing through the barren gate Into the depths of hell Fastened to my chosen fate Folding to fit my shell The vapors swirl a frenzied state Polluting where my demons dwell Calling me to unravel straight But I coil so well Once at home I must confess That I have gone so far Forced to hate what I possess Digging into my scar Throwing out what I suppress Clutching to these bars It is for this that I obsess How hopeless our lives are Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index Next [Life Poetry]

My World I hear life is made for living, I think living should be fun, But I must do what is expected, I must not turn here and run. My choices are hard ones to make. Chasing, haunting every day. Search for something deep inside me, Forced to keep myself away. So I return to what I do best. Live my life for those who stare, Live my life for other people, People who don’t seem to care. Prying eyes watching my movements, Hateful eyes lying in my mind, Piercing eyes just waiting for me To fall, broken, beaten, blind. People looking down upon me, See from the corner of my eye, The outside world beckoning for me, But I’d rather say goodbye. I feel like there’s something missing… I feel like my life’s a waste… I feel like there’s nothing in me… I do nothing in great haste… I pretend that nothing is wrong, Oh how I wish that it were true. I’m lying, empty, feeling hopeless Seems there’s nothing I can do To bring life to my existence, To breathe life into my lungs, To make me feel like I’m a person, To make this isolation done. There are many things inside me, Things that I try hard to kill, But it seems the more that I want, The more my evil drinks its fill. I see my safety lying, waiting, It wasn’t that far after all. But I’m afraid to cross the water, Afraid my mast might break and fall. There are shadows in the darkness, So I retreat into my shell. When will I know how my own life ends? Trapped in my own, lonely hell. I feel like there’s no use trying… There’s no reason to keep fighting… Sometimes I wouldn’t mind dying… It’s better than this fucking cell… Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index Next [Life Poetry]

The Castle Foundation laid years ago Built from my insecurity and no self-worth For while I led a band of soldiers I gained nothing but self-hurt Walls crafted from my doubts And strengthened by my hate For my troops left me abandoned I laid down and chose to wait Windows forged by my hopes And completed by my dreams For although I have lost my army I have yet to lose my queen The ceiling was added by myself For it's the canopy that greets the world The roof portrays the castle's power The proud banners waving, unfurled But the center of this structure The object of the castle's defense Is useless with an empty chamber Until my loneliness relents The walls and guards and weapons Hold me isolated from my life My drawbridge is ever drawn Keeping me safe from enemies and strife Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index Next [Life Poetry]

yearbook the shifting grains of time as they plummet down the glass clouding on the desert dunes changing with each pass far from their humble beginnings but still sand at the last Top of Page [Depression Poetry] Previous Poetry Index Next [Life Poetry]

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