A Poem by Leonhart Reed

Just put yourself in The life of a person where nothing seems to go right.

Skating, raving, wretched pain! It boils to anger and turns to rage. A hated page in the book of life with debt, loss and a lack a light. “The course of might, take hark to the strong!” Words shouted during a Victor’s song.

But no, they’re wrong! I feel no strength. I do not feel the respite of a drink. I feel the sorrow of an ending fire; a violent squall of dark desires. I am a pit filled with hate aimed at the failures I’ve made as of late.

So, how do I sate this awful weight? It twist my mind and makes me slate the happy; the love; the wonderful ways that I would spend my early days.

© 2018 Leonhart Reed

Author's Note

Leonhart Reed
Let me know what you think. This is from my mind, and almost every day I have to deal with the battle like this.

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Added on November 29, 2018
Last Updated on November 29, 2018
Tags: Poem, Depression, Leon, Dark


Leonhart Reed
Leonhart Reed

El Paso , TX

Father, lover and a writer. In that order Aspiring Author, Failed Poet I hope one day to walk through a bookstore and see my art on it's shelf. more..