I've been gone for a while.. a long while.. dealing with a lot of mess in my life. Suicidal thoughts came and went with severe depression but I'm well now. Mostly. And I am here to show you all a poem I wrote while in my morbid state of mind. Please tell me what you think
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What is a rhyme?
A symbolic representation of my expression
A mask showing the face of my depression
I am a saint with a mind entangled in my Desire,
But my soul force is fading. My life wants to retire
But what is the perfect method? Can you analyze my depression?
Do your results show a soul losing its only possession?
What is my reprocussion?
My punishment? My condemption?
What will my price be for crimes I dare not mention?
It is undenyable. I have lost it all.
I can have nothing. My only possession is my fall.
But do I dare stare into that blinding light?
Do I dare stare at it till it fades to the night?
I think I might
Its what I see past my mirage of life.
I do not exist, so tell me, when I die, how can I be missed?
Sanctuary of Enlightened Minds
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