Submissions by Em_jay16
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The day she fades away...
I can feel her life slipping away,
each breath vaporising into a mist of memories.
I can hear her heart beats decreasing, the rhythm, a story of her life coming to its last pages.
I fear her last days, the emptiness darkens my spirit, loneliness builds its iron walls inside of me, my soul a desolated conspiracy theory.
When she leaves this earth half of me leaves with her, life will be barren, days a wasted painted portrait of blacks and greys.
Food will no longer have its flavour and laughter will be the falling of tears. Days will feel like...
each breath vaporising into a mist of memories.
I can hear her heart beats decreasing, the rhythm, a story of her life coming to its last pages.
I fear her last days, the emptiness darkens my spirit, loneliness builds its iron walls inside of me, my soul a desolated conspiracy theory.
When she leaves this earth half of me leaves with her, life will be barren, days a wasted painted portrait of blacks and greys.
Food will no longer have its flavour and laughter will be the falling of tears. Days will feel like...
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Depressive episodes
It comes and it goes,
Like the symptoms of a fever,
Like the pulsing of a heart beat,
Like contractions for a pregnant lady in labor.
It is like the hammer hitting the nail,
Each impact, a swarming of thoughts,
Buzzing loudly as millions of bees in a hive.
Each thought a sting of poison, slowly eating me alive.
The darkness covers me like a cloak,
Hiding me from the light, a source of
Insecurities my heart is too anxious to
Confront.
The darkness is the key to all I have
Ever known, the friend when the ...
Like the symptoms of a fever,
Like the pulsing of a heart beat,
Like contractions for a pregnant lady in labor.
It is like the hammer hitting the nail,
Each impact, a swarming of thoughts,
Buzzing loudly as millions of bees in a hive.
Each thought a sting of poison, slowly eating me alive.
The darkness covers me like a cloak,
Hiding me from the light, a source of
Insecurities my heart is too anxious to
Confront.
The darkness is the key to all I have
Ever known, the friend when the ...
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1 Comment
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