~ My Internal Holocaust ~
- I find myself descending a spiral staircase
-With each turn I find myself deeper than before
-The light that once shone the way strains to reach me
-The shadows edge ever forward
-Determined to consume all in its wake
-Devouring the living and the non- living equally
-Panic rushes in waves over me
-Wondering if I shall ever see the light again
-Or shall the darkness become my final resting place
-I struggle against the abyss
-Using all that is in my arsenal
-Fatigue sets in and I grow weaker by the minute
-Sheer desperation overwhelms my being
-For I know that only one can win
-As things grow ever dimmer, I fear the final outcome
-Which one will be the Victor this time
-I am horrified to think that this may be the last battle waged
-Which side shall lay claim to my Mortal soul
-If there is any soul left to be claimed in the end
-This is my internal holocaust
~ Topaaz Moons ~
1/11/09
A Note to my X-Husband: Please don't waste my time or yours to post some ignorant, arrogant, asinine and anonymous comment to my poetry or postings. Yes, this poem is about depression and no it does not mean that I am depressed or suicidal. It is my hope that writing about what I've experienced will help others become more understanding of those that battle this illness. So, as the old adage goes, if you have nothing nice to say then don't say anything at all.
Have a Nice Day!
:0)
- I find myself descending a spiral staircase
-With each turn I find myself deeper than before
-The light that once shone the way strains to reach me
-The shadows edge ever forward
-Determined to consume all in its wake
-Devouring the living and the non- living equally
-Panic rushes in waves over me
-Wondering if I shall ever see the light again
-Or shall the darkness become my final resting place
-I struggle against the abyss
-Using all that is in my arsenal
-Fatigue sets in and I grow weaker by the minute
-Sheer desperation overwhelms my being
-For I know that only one can win
-As things grow ever dimmer, I fear the final outcome
-Which one will be the Victor this time
-I am horrified to think that this may be the last battle waged
-Which side shall lay claim to my Mortal soul
-If there is any soul left to be claimed in the end
-This is my internal holocaust
~ Topaaz Moons ~
1/11/09
A Note to my X-Husband: Please don't waste my time or yours to post some ignorant, arrogant, asinine and anonymous comment to my poetry or postings. Yes, this poem is about depression and no it does not mean that I am depressed or suicidal. It is my hope that writing about what I've experienced will help others become more understanding of those that battle this illness. So, as the old adage goes, if you have nothing nice to say then don't say anything at all.
Have a Nice Day!
:0)
