Drifting Away

This dark place I call home is too welcoming,
I need an escape yet none can be found,
I feel heavy and afraid, ready for my piece of ground.
I've been here before, I know it all too well,
My own little space I like to call hell.
How can I rid myself?
How can I break the grasp?
Let me ponder in my corner for a while,
Let me think all the thoughts I will think for a mile.
Leave me you smoking darkness, you blithering emptiness, you disturbingly profuse rubble.
I don't want this feeling to linger any longer.
Go back in the shadowy place where you belong.
Allow my sunshine to return.
You wreak havoc where you aren't due a claim and the note you've come to burn is not yours to ignite.
Leave me for I am drifting away.

by Kristy Carlisle

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Comments (3)

A good start. Nice idea.
Depression - loss of sunshine in a life at its lowest ebb, is aptly portrayed in the poem. An insightful piece of poetry well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Kristy.
Depression is so sad and this is definitely very thought provoking. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned.10