This poem was written during a time when things were dark and dismal. There a dismal times in all our lives and sometimes we just need to vent. It's cathartic.
Gloom!
In the shadows of despair
Anguish is my intimate friend,
My persistant companion.
T'is the silent shadow at my heels.
My cheer - t'is but a lie -
repeated…..
The false facade for my secret
pain
The negative force for my
positive stride.
Like a fog, the uncertainty is thick, relentless
A tide of pessimism I can not
control
Gripping, crippling,
Suffocating my ailing
confidence.
In vain I grope for truth and
justice
I search for solace,
fruitlessly
Some crumb of faith to stave
my yearning.
A soothing balm for my aching
soul.
Like a drowning waif in a pool
of quicksand
I trash against assaulting
fear
I fight despair, I shun
depression,
Repress anxiety with no
success.
I sense defeat, strong, - and forceful
(There's little hope of a
mistake)
No calm awareness of peace
evolving
To stem the tide of
sheer regret.
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