Despair

Despair

A Poem by E.Cooke

Stuck like a fish under a layer of ice

Helpless, impossible me.

Wrecked, a mess, a state,

Just a hard life, a very hard life.

My mind a big black box.

 

Soul, my soul.

Fighting to escape from my imprisoned body.

 

Singing a song with no tune,

Humming along to an unreal melody.

 

 

Stamped upon like an extinct creature-

but without the beauty.  Hatred for bullies,

and for myself in the state I am. Ruined.

Nothing beyond the pain.

 

Trapped in the prison of a mind, that is me.

Fighting, but not for long. Unable to breath

In this depression ridden world.

© 2013 E.Cooke


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Author's Note

E.Cooke
Please leave a comment or something to tell me what you think. I had to have horror as a genre because they didn't have 'despair' or anything.

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Added on January 25, 2013
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E.Cooke
E.Cooke

Broadstairs, United Kingdom



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