Dungeons of depression

I see fire flaming with a scorch of scarlet red,

Unlike no other flames that conjures the horrid dread.

A burning for so long that I wish I had control,

Of eternal dreams and madness forever left untold.

 

These chains that cackles in dungeons of abyss,

The stench of rusted metal to hold the caress,

Now forged within me, beneath my skin so sore,

A memory of a lonely child, bathed in gore.

 

The lonely child in me, that remained in a memory,

Wrote down death in the heart of a diary,

Nor did she wish to remember, nor could she ever forget,

How the mistake of her mother made her regret.

Author's Note

Hope this is grammatically correct now...:)

Reviews

[Serenity Faith]

This was very dark, very visible and full of sadness. My favorite line, "Wrote down death in the heart of a diary." There was one line that confused me a little, just the wording not the phraze. "Nor did she could forget." I would've worded it "Nor could she ever forget." It's your piece of course, so maybe it just sounds off to me. All together though an excellent piece ^_^

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Yes it did kinda sound off... I understand that... I'll edit this anyways... thanks for the review... :)

[Serenity Faith]

anytime ^_^ Glad I could be of some help

[Elgato]

Wow, what imagery, especially the "Now forged within me". I can identify with this phrase. I'm new and am writing about depression and other things as well.

[Fréyjä Helvití]

Thank you so much... Writing about your emotions is deeply powerful, especially when it's one of the most hardest to describe. Just pour it all out and the words will follow... :)

[Sam]

I love it, it's deep. Great poem :)

[Harley (arbiter)]

Cool. Deep and dark. Like a dungeon! Another Great write!