What depression does


Life Stolen

The gloom has come
The heavy gloom
That weighs my body down.
It pulls my heart, my limbs my mind
To a damp, and welcoming ground.

It brings a fog
A smothering soup
That dulls my mind and wit
It sloshes through my head
No thoughts can form or knit

A sadness looms
It follows me
Like an aura from the dead
It shadows any joyful thoughts
So hope cannot be fed

Down then I go
Into the dank earth
Where I may never be found
Where hope cannot see light
Covered now beneath woe's ground



Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-10-19 at 19:16

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Saga
This is good and dark piece!!! We all face it in so many ways, we just have to learn to not let it dominate our lives
2006-10-20


Kathy Lockhart
This is dark and I know what that dark looks like. Its black. The rhythm is just perfect for the mood of this poem. While you are in this dark place just put your hands out and feel your way through. I know we will run into each other.
2006-10-20


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there Phyllis this is so dark and dank and dismal like an Edgaer Allan Poe story it touches the soul well done for creating atmosphere rgds mike
2006-10-19


BlueyedSoul
I'll see you there...seems I spend much time in the same place. Maybe we can have a drink.

Cheers
blue
2006-10-19


wee2souls
this write so so true..
words expressed here
hugs to you
cindy
2006-10-19