shuffling feet upon the floor,
darkness throughout the house.
doesn't check the locks on the door,
nor cares she has no spouse.
depression has taken o'er,
infiltrated mind and soul.
she couldn't get too much lower,
for life has taken it's toll.
once there was laughter and glee,
where silence now abounds.
no happiness to any degree,
so no reason for it's sounds.
a child grown up and gone away,
two abandoning husbands too.
nothing to make her want to stay
just things to make her blue.
her heart craves love, of any kind,
to fill her days with smiles.
instead, depression fools her mind;
destroys, degrades, defiles.
she feels she has failed all,
and doesn't deserve to live.
first, she stumbles, then comes the fall.
she has no more to give.
her ears hear the cries of friends,
beseeching her to carry on.
all she sees is where the road ends,
and has reached it all alone.
is there hope for such as she,
to help her see the light?
can there be hope. oh can there be?
to help her in her fight?
the key here though is that she's done,
she's through fighting for the prize.
she has no more spirit left to run
she just gives up and dies.
if you know someone like this,
don't let them sink this low.
never an opportunity miss
to help them rise up, and grow.
it may be too late for her,
for all seem to have gone away.
no more is there any anger,
just depression, loneliness, dismay.
7 comments:
A very serious poem, did you write it? How was your day? Mine was very hot here in Texas. Paula
this a very well written piece and sounds like it is coming from a person who reached one or many of the darckest places in their lives. the writer is right in many ways . it is realy good to show your emotions in any way possible. hopefully the writing is helping with the depression . because even though the writer feels his or her life is over , it realy isnt .they are right in telling other people to not let anybody reach a point to where they feel their life is over. but a friend a lover a brother a sister a husband or wife can only do so much to bring their spirits up. the person must fight no matter how hard it is to find the will and courage to survive . in my eyes there realy is no trophy at the end of life, but just having the satisfaction of knowing you lived life to the fullest and lived the right way is the only trophy at the end of the ride. i give it two thumbs up!
Very well written hon, sorry to hear it. I only say this as I know it comes from within as only one who feels could write it so eloquently. Amazing how even at the end of yours, you still find the strength to giving encouragement to others ~ just
shows the character the author truly has! Thank you. Thank you for allowing this to be a poem for all to understand instead of a note for all to grieve over.
Love You ~ Me
This is so beautifully written, you express your thoughts and emotions so vividly, I could almost feel them with you. Keep your chin up and smile.
I have no idea how you can speak so eloquently about everything your feeling, you see it's as if your words are coming out of my soul also.We need no real details of what it is that you are expressing because you write and I feel. I however, speak of details in detail. But your words are allowing me not to even have to speak. Thank you.
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I just started a journal today I'm alone have been widowed for about ten years.Im 57 years and I feel just like the poem says.I wake up every morning and wonder if this is my last day on earth and pray it is.im tired of being alone and I know I always will be.Im handicapped and old and not very pretty.Please this is not pity for myself.i just feel so alone and so uselessI do not let my Sister know how I feel cause she has her own problems and do not want to worry her.So I tell her everything is ok.I started this journel in hopes that I could find someone to talk to besides myself.Any comment good or bad is most welcome.I would love to have someone to talk to.
HE SAT HIS HEAD HEAVY WITH THE EMOTIONS THAT WORE HIM OUT. HIS TEARS HAD FLOWN AND HE SAT NOW IN SUFFERING SILENCE
THE DARK OF HIS DAYS TOOK OVER HE WAS ALONE IN A MALEVENCE
THE LIFE HE CARED FOR HAD LEFT HIM GONE TO RUN HER OWN LIFE.
KEEPING HIM PRISONER TO HIS OWN MEMORY TO HIS EMOTIONS.
HE ECHOED HIS HEARTS PAIN HE DID NOT EAT.
WASTING AWAY MORE AND MORE DAILY HE GAVE MORE AND MORE TO THE GRAVE
HE SAW IT COMING AND CARED NOT SHE WAS GONE.
HE HEARD THEM SPEAKING EAT U NEED TO HANG ON BUT HE DIDNT CARE
HE SAW AGAIN IN HIS MIND HER IMAGE A LIGHT SMILE LIKE MONA LISA A MYSTERY HE WOULD NEVER TOUCH.
SHE WAS GONE NOT LOOKING BACK TO HIM HE WAS LOST IN HIMSELF AND HIS DISPAIR.
HE THOUGHT OF THE SONS NOW LAYING PEACEFUL FOREVER SLUMBERS AND HIS HEART BROKE SHE WAS NOT THERE SAYING SHE CARED ANYMORE.
HE SIGHED THEN THE TEARS FLOWED AGAIN THE WIDOWER HE HAD BEEN THE HUSBAND HE HAD LONGED TO BE AND NEVER WOULD BE APPARENTLY. THE FATHER HE HAD BEEN ALL WERE FOR NOTHING AS HIS WORLD CAVED IN
HE READ EACH PASSAGE SHE HAD PUT DOWN FOR STRANGERS TO READ. HIS HEART FINALY TORE MORE INTO WHAT WAS LEFT TOTHE SHREDS OF HIS HEART.
HE HAD BEEN BETRAYED BY THE PAIN HE HAD LET HIMSELF OPEN FOR.
MAYBE IT WAS HIS WALK IN LIFE TO HURT. TO BE ALONE IN THE CROWD
HE WOULD SIT AND WAIT MAYBE SHE WOULD REPLY MAYBE HE WOULD NEVER HERE IT WAS ALL ONLY IN ANOTHERS HANDS
AS ALL OF HIS LIFE HAD BEEN.
AARON.
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