Darkness reigns As the crispiness of breath The chill in the air, increasing As it collides with the tears That fall descending from grace
In the midnight hour, A glimmer of a flame flickers Searching for warmth Amid this wretched feeling
With depression leaning towards grief A parting of ways happens at dawn Annhiliating my negative neglect and belief As daylight, the autumn morning begins to yawn As sunrise and hope for life is reborn
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Posted: Sep 20
About this poem:
Introspection on depression and autumnal mornings.
Comments (11)
Nicely written.
Mick.
Love the way you word feelings