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Growing
Growing
My darkness grows like the night
Soon I will never see the mornings light
Whispered voices cry out my pain
As my urges I can no longer tame
Wrist or throat which one will it be
They both would be relief to me
The madness is locked out or in
Either way I can no longer win
Stuck where I wish to no longer be
Trapped alone with no one else but me
Depression and anxiety my two friends
There is only one way for you two to end
Inching closer as it quicker grows somehow
The rope hangs on the tree's bough
Drop through the night's trap door
Until it cannot grow anymore
My darkness grows like the night
Soon I will never see the mornings light
Whispered voices cry out my pain
As my urges I can no longer tame
Wrist or throat which one will it be
They both would be relief to me
The madness is locked out or in
Either way I can no longer win
Stuck where I wish to no longer be
Trapped alone with no one else but me
Depression and anxiety my two friends
There is only one way for you two to end
Inching closer as it quicker grows somehow
The rope hangs on the tree's bough
Drop through the night's trap door
Until it cannot grow anymore
Published 24th Mar 2018
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26th Mar 2018 00:52am
I just read your poem and believe me, you're not alone. I understand your pain and the unknown suffering you keep inside, of which most, if not all, people have no idea.
I'm not quite sure how I've manage to hang on this long since the ripe old age of 11 with all of my inner demons, of which, no one knows. It's as though, since that young age, this universe has conspired to see how much suffering one person can take. I do believe there is a balance to all things in this universe, the 'Yin and Yang' if you will. For every person that leads a charmed life the counter-balance is another's misfortune...Ours.
The one thing I do keep falling back on is a single flicker of hope. Without hope there is nothing. Believe me (again), I struggle to find that hope each and every single day and it still hasn't shown itself. But, even at the age of 61, I try to keep that candle's flame alive.
I wish you well with the struggles you're enduring. Every day that I keep those demons at bay is a victory against them. I am hoping they continue to get weaker and weaker. Don't ever give up the prospect of HOPE.
Peace,
Max
I'm not quite sure how I've manage to hang on this long since the ripe old age of 11 with all of my inner demons, of which, no one knows. It's as though, since that young age, this universe has conspired to see how much suffering one person can take. I do believe there is a balance to all things in this universe, the 'Yin and Yang' if you will. For every person that leads a charmed life the counter-balance is another's misfortune...Ours.
The one thing I do keep falling back on is a single flicker of hope. Without hope there is nothing. Believe me (again), I struggle to find that hope each and every single day and it still hasn't shown itself. But, even at the age of 61, I try to keep that candle's flame alive.
I wish you well with the struggles you're enduring. Every day that I keep those demons at bay is a victory against them. I am hoping they continue to get weaker and weaker. Don't ever give up the prospect of HOPE.
Peace,
Max
28th Mar 2018 6:19am
