Darkness

How it feels to live in the grips of depression

It is so cold here and so dark,
like being in an abyss or a black whole
lost in a timeless vortex, of empty
nothingness, no hopes or happiness
survive here.

Darkness becomes my life
no sun to shine, no stars to light the night sky,
The moon forever lost behind the dark colud of
my mind

A hopeless heart devoid of all feeling, The
nothingness so dark and painfully black, a void of time
and space, relentless ugly emptiness, an emotionless
pit of black.
Darkness becomes my life,
a heart that aches for warmth
a hand that hurts to be held, that empty void
of Darkness en-golfs me like a vail

Hope no longer lives here, serenity and peace no
longer linger, Humanity is all but gone and
still the darkness lingers on, awaiting a surrender
to the blackness of my mind.

Darkness becomes my life,
no warmth or hope and happiness
no dreams or worth are realized here
just an aching empty darkness that takes hold
and never leaves.

Written by Zoe Rae 1.3.2011 Copyright 1.3.2011