Silent Requiem

Silent Requiem

A Poem by Chaos Stone
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The all encompassing loneliness of depression.

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For all your kisses turned, to spit

And for all the bitter waterfalls, I taste

They flood me, and so I drown

Still to swim this river, of sinking hope

I lonely blue, within the still lake


Frigid black waters

Suffocating, to the surface of my skin

Anchored heart, drags me under

Leagues beneath your, violent undertow


Smothering shadows, pervading

Deafening silence, overwhelms

A lifeless lost, adrift at sea, drowning silently

Self-consciously, consuming me


For all your withered, rose petals

And for all decayed, summer life

They bury me deep, in hard ground

Trampled on, under the soles, of a thousand others

I, six feet beneath you sleep


Smelling dead roses

Dead as the rose is mine

Just below, I scratch for the surface

The dirt beneath your feet


Left to wander, this desert realm of mine

Saddened, a horizon distance wide

Falling grains of sand, through the hourglass

Bury me alive, so deeply in passed time

© 2015 Chaos Stone


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This is real poetry. The first lines took me in and I wanted more.
"For all your kisses turned to spit
And for all the bitter waterfalls I taste"
The poem got stronger and better with each line. When anger and disappointment is all we have. Love isn't so sweet. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

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Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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As we swim a river of sinking hope, we are caught in that black pit of depression that overwhelms the good and brightness of that which we know as joy. You have conveyed such feelings in a way that reaches in and grabs the spirit with expert imagery!
Depression is not a good state of mind, but we all go there at some point in our lives! For some, the visit is brief, but for others, it may seem as it the stop is for eternity.
I especially can relate to the final two lines of your write....falling grains of sand through the hourglass
bury me alive so deeply in passed time....yes, that is a well termed description of hopelessness.


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Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An excellent description of depression. That last stanza was my favorite. It knocked the ball out of the park so to speak.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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