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by JACE
Rated: ASR · Poetry · Emotional · #1803130
Thoughts about Depression and its effect on those involved.
The unsufferable demons of despair and hopelessness are entrenched firmly
  within the one I love.

Depression,
         Melancoly,
                   Affliction,
                             Sadness.

Do I enable their presence?

With a great cry of anguish I lash out at the visage staring back at me from the mirror
   spotted with the morning's ablutions striking the glass with my fist.
The pain I feel inside now leaves its angry, red marks on the jagged shards
   still hanging precariously.
I watch as they crash to the sink, drops of my agony staining the white porcelain.

At once, I feel remorse and shame.
It's not me against whom I rail.
Yet feelings of guilt and doubt assail my thoughts;
I cannot shake the feeling I'm to blame for this space between us.

Still hidden are the angry marks within me.  I'm
   afraid to rock the boat.
   afraid to show my fears, my apprehension.
   afraid of my weakness.

I am trapped by the gloom as much as she who completes me.

And yet, a ray of light shines.
Reflections off a piece of shattered mirror provide a temporary respite
   from the demons within,
and offers a brief, yet poignant, moment of hope that the lady I married
   is still very much part of my life.

Is that enough?



A Free style poem of 27 lines
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