deepundergroundpoetry.com

A Permanent Solution to a Temporary Problem

�Despair, depression, desperation; no way out�

Hang in there, this is only a speck � � � � � � � � � �
On the line of your existence

�White spots dance in front of my eyes
Taunting pleasure
They grow larger, they consume me,
Swallow me, and cry out for me
To do the same�

You are stronger than this
This is only a moment
Rally with tenacity
You are a firm oak, wind cannot bend you
Storms pass

�Lightning! Crash!
They are mounds now
They are hills; white and cold
Soothing
Promising peace, promising silence�

These are lies!
Think on joy think on love
This is where true peace is found
Take heart!

�No heart left. They come to me
One after another, they swallow me
As I swallow them
Spots dance in front of my eyes, but these are different spots now�

Silence
Silence forever,
Not peace.