this poem, like many of mine, is written in my darkess hours, hours of depression.


happiness or sadness?

people all around
But I donít see them,
Hear not a sound,
Feel not a thing.

I sit on the sidelines,
Only carefully watching,
Observing the people,
Is happiness catching?

My eyes feel shut,
Though they are wide open.
I feel so cut,
Off from everything.

Everyone is happy,
Boys and girls, men and wives,
All bright and smiling,
Living their lives.

My ears feel blocked,
Though they are uncovered.
They are tightly locked,
Until I can break through.

My skin feels numb,
Though the wind blows fiercely.
Darkness begins to come,
Depression right at its heels.

I feel like I am floating,
I canít feel the earth.
Depression is my coating,
Trapping me deep within.




Poetry by amy-leigh
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Written on 2006-07-28 at 02:52

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lastromantichero
a very powerful text and well worth its posting here welcome rgds mike
2006-07-28