In this place no light is reflected No colour will ever be detected And try as one might happiness won't ever visit This is the place I go to quit
It is the place no one will ever find This place is not known to be kind Once you've entered its door invited or not You will never escape; not by a long shot
This place at anytime is not known to be promoted But then it is also true; never has it been demoted Most visitors never wanted to expose it location What goes on there goes on in isolation
Tears cried here is never talked about or heard Things spoken are spoken here without a word And sanity is either lost or preserved In this place that is never truly reserved
Though I am a regular visitor I have no map And I go there awake or while taking a nap Doesn't matter much; the result is the same No one talk about this place for shame
Fact is this place has become apart of me always This is my place where insanity plays Beckoning me to join its dark games, everyday I don't truly understand how I keep away
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
So many people battle with depression around us and some of them seems to be the most unlikely canditates for this disease
terrific write kle76am....but your name is quite a mouthful. may I just call you 'kool'?
nabiiCincinnati, Ohio USAJul 20, 2011
Truthful write
kle76amOPnew york, New York USAJul 23, 2011
Thanks Hedistuff you can call me whatever u like I will answer so long I know you mean me.
kle76amOPnew york, New York USAJul 23, 2011
Nabii, I think all of us has a little place in us that our dark mood come from it is how we handle that place or let that place handle us that determines the outcome of our encounters with that place. Hope you understand
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