A free-form poem about the fall into depression. |
The Dying of the Light Colors of beauty once bright, now fading slowly draining never gaining always to fall into the darkness. Sounds of life once sharp and clear now muffled by the shadows of uncertainty never ringing true the joy now lost. Feelings of happiness once remembered now fallen into the well of indifference forever to sink, slowly losing clarity of thought drowning the waters of dark are winning. All is shrouded in the fog of unknown as seen from the cage of me always straining, never reaching losing the key of me. |