A Depressed Soul
Knees against a forehead
Eyes hiding with no one searching
Feet chilled by the warmth of a tile
Anger ballooning, despair puncturing
Passive by nature, tortured by sutures.
Drops flow to flood, from transparent to red
Bonds of blood, not bound to bear
Actions seen, a joke glinting of an edge
Words could soothe, if only the tone was true
Tomorrow made fictitious, by every second passed.
Rest should be a means to recover
Dreams are feint where reality threads
Asleep but awake, lying is deceptive
Living in doubt, fear is a constant draught
Misery presides over expression, concealment, a futile tendency.
Able limbs, succumb to aching muscles
Exercise relieves, when discipline is not limp
Reflections diminish, definitions visibly inhibited
Comfort is sought in volumes, defeat consumes most
Hungry for happiness, groping for restraint.
Silence strangles, vocalisations stuttered
Language a forte, tearing away at a fort
Coherency absent, clauses incomplete
Penance maybe, for cultured sins
Seeds of hope, infertile to a depressed soul.
Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2020
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