This World

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A poem about living with a mental illness.

Confined to this world and darkened place 

Sometimes I cannot look at my own face 

Where the images are black, disturbed and grey 

It's because of these thoughts that lead to dismay 

 

Blackened mind that tears me apart 

Redundant emotions now live in my heart 

Where no glimmer of light does ever appear 

With all of my senses now pointing to fear 

 

Dispirited by guilt I live in shame 

No need to reason I'll take the blame 

With nothing physical to show them all 

Accepting the fact I know I will fall 

 

But unlike the past with souls locked away 

There is hope and means for a better day 

For now so many do listen and care 

Giving hope to the minds they try and repair 

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