Word Count: 74
Story notes: Another poem about symptoms of my depression. I quite like this one.
I’m cold and empty
Nothing more than
A lonely shadow
It’s the greatest pain
One so familiar
The feeling of feeling
Nothing at all
It settles deep
Within my being
It weighs heavy
Against my soul
Nothing there
But everything, all the same
Bottled up
Struggling to break free
Sometimes I scream
Into my pillow
I don’t want anyone
To hear my pain
The pain of nothing
Of being cold
And very, very empty
No comments:
Post a Comment