The beginning of this short collection of writings is filled with stories of a depressing nature. However, the next part of this story is meant to be much more than just the instant grieving of pain, but the everlasting peace of knowing that the rain always makes the grass more green.
Backwards
That moment when you look back
When you see all the pain, the grief
When you remember all the bad, to look past the good
No matter how good the present seemed
All you do is look back
Back into the darkness you strove to forget
Back to haunt you, to drive you
Sometimes a warning, sometimes a boost
They haven't even met you
Yet their quips mark your memory as if lightning
Lightning into a tree
And that tree, the tree never heals
We have all seen the char black
Seen the splintered wood
The stained bark, the outward pain
Comparison to souls too easy
An electric buzz starts it all
No thought of pain, of corruption
A quick look, instant burns
Burns inside the mind, branding memory
Nothing as dooming, as penalizing
Looking into a small gesture, getting a scare
Seeing the truth behind sadness
Realizing her bitter darkness
Reaching deeper and deeper, finding only despair
Knowing that it is true, to heed their words
Their words hold meaning
Meaning beyond their comprehension
A stinging outreach
But they do not know me?
How could they say such things?
When they have no clue of who I am
To recover will take longer than life, longer than death
As with most things it cannot be erased
Boiled into the depths
Stirred into the coils of the mind
Looking back and seeing the light cloud
Clouded by a multitude of phenomena
Locked up, only for your eyes, for your knowing
What would they say if they knew
A coward, perhaps a child
Best kept under key
Best allowed for myself, only and forever
Keeping a safe around me, titanium and iron
To look back is to enter that world
The one of too many questions, not enough answers
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Lost in Clouds of Doubt
PoetryThis is a small collection of depressed poems and excerpts that I have written. They were my way of letting go of the pain and torment inside, tears turned to ink. Hopefully, maybe, this will give others the hope that they are not alone, that pain i...
