The Void

Trance like stare, as empty irises glare into the voiD.
The image of death sleeks past with gloating stealth
stealing happiness as it drip feeds from the inners of a rotting corpse.
 
Will has lost its way and not a sign of Hope in hell!
This place that can only be described as existence
and hidden from those with rose coloured glasses.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Canerdy Avatar
March 16, 2018 at 1:31 PM
Spot-on description of deep depression, Laura! Janice
Horsman Avatar
March 8, 2018 at 3:47 PM
Dark deep and profound, yes its all there, Laura, and you tell so well..excellent poetry
Hay Avatar
March 16, 2018 at 12:22 PM
Thanks once again Harry, I appreciate your time in stopping by. Kind Regards, Laura.
Callus Avatar
March 6, 2018 at 8:07 AM
This is a very expressive poem, Laura; when hope diminishes life becomes hard to cope with. I hope it is only the cold of winter that's to blame for such feelings! Expressing yourself in writing helps to sooth any ache within. ~ Warm regards, my friend. // paul
Hay Avatar
March 6, 2018 at 4:48 PM
Expression through writing has always been a great therapy for me. This is not a current feeling im glad to say. Thanks again for your comments and support. Warm regards, Laura
One Avatar
February 28, 2018 at 9:42 AM
There is always hope, never lose the faith.. I know it is hard and depression is a difficult illness to deal with.. Be strong.. Wish you all the best..
Hay Avatar
March 6, 2018 at 7:36 AM
Hey SO, thanks for stopping by and for your kind comments - although this was a reflective poem of my worst of days, its been a long time since I felt this bad and I guess I was pondering how long and hence felt the need to write it. Kind Regards, Laura.
Hay Avatar
March 6, 2018 at 7:36 AM
Hey SO, thanks for stopping by and for your kind comments - although this was a reflective poem of my worst of days, its been a long time since I felt this bad and I guess I was pondering how long and hence felt the need to write it. Kind Regards, Laura.
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