Evil Night

Evil Night

A Chapter by Debbie Barry

A poem of depression.


Evil Night


June 5, 1994

Five years ago
I spent a time
When life had
Little meaning.

My world was dark,
In shadows cloaked,
My heart was
Surely dying.

Tonight my heart
Is full of pain
As memories well

Dark, fearsome thoughts,
Of evil ilk,
Encroach upon
My being.

For Amy and Phil, who heard my cries, and sacrificed their pleasure to soothe my pain. No truer friends have I had in many years.

© 2017 Debbie Barry

Author's Note

Debbie Barry
I wrote this when I was 25. Initial reactions welcome.

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Added on November 9, 2017
Last Updated on November 9, 2017
Tags: poem, poetry, depression, fear

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Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI

I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..