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.

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Janice Canerdy

Date: 3/16/2018 1:31:00 PM

Spot-on description of deep depression, Laura! Janice

Harry Horsman

Date: 3/8/2018 3:47:00 PM

Dark deep and profound, yes its all there, Laura, and you tell so well..excellent poetry

Laura Hay
Date: 3/16/2018 12:22:00 PM

Thanks once again Harry, I appreciate your time in stopping by. Kind Regards, Laura.

Paul Callus

Date: 3/6/2018 8:07:00 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

Laura Hay
Date: 3/6/2018 4:48:00 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

Silent One

Date: 2/28/2018 9:42:00 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..

Laura Hay
Date: 3/6/2018 7:36:00 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.

Laura Hay
Date: 3/6/2018 7:36:00 AM