by MichaelKPBrooklyn,Pretoria East, Gauteng, South Africa
Apr 2013 279 Views 1 comments
A walk in Dante’s hand
Nobody sees, nobody feels
Nobody hears Him stomping through
My heart pounding to the moving heels
Love turn to hate, and lies made true
Reaching out, hand extended
Arm in agony, fully stretched
They see, they forget
Around my corps they marched
What is hell when life is pain?
What is the Devil when the mind is a cage?
The pages burn with righteous condemnation
I slice, dice and feed the rage
Nobody sees, nobody feels
Around my neck his grip tightens
I stare into the eyes, full of blasphemy
And into the void my soul is plunged
Nobody hears Him stomping through
My heart pounding to the moving heels
Love turn to hate, and lies made true
Reaching out, hand extended
Arm in agony, fully stretched
They see, they forget
Around my corps they marched
What is hell when life is pain?
What is the Devil when the mind is a cage?
The pages burn with righteous condemnation
I slice, dice and feed the rage
Nobody sees, nobody feels
Around my neck his grip tightens
I stare into the eyes, full of blasphemy
And into the void my soul is plunged
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
This describes how it feels for someone with chronic depression. From my end, my depression feels like a physical entity which I have been fighting against since I was 12. It is a fight I am alone in, and one I have nearly lost several times. I have nearly 100 poems which I have managed to type after writing, and this is my personal favouritePoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (1)
You describe the feeling of depression so well in this fine poem.