Midnight Madness

A poem about living with depression.

                                                          Enter darkest 
                                                             winter chill, 

                                  Whispers of midnight, sleep-tossed lament 
                      buries shadows of never, dreams of tomorrow, ever deeper.
                  Sheets twisted with memories, as time questions sanity’s dreams.
                       Tears of secret sorrow fall, feeding the beast’ appetite.
                              Eyes mirroring the soul you gave to the dark, 
                                as hope falls in silver starlight, forever night.
                                Midnight memory moans in throes of sadness
                                      as echoes stir, the past returns to haunt
                                                 and grace the door with 
                                                              I told yous. 

                                                              Enter chill,
                                                                exit will.

Reviews

[Ghost]

Such a sad scary thought, or sight... I have felt this turmoil before and sometimes still do so it was easy to relate to this poem...

[Riss Ryker]

Thank you for reading, Ghost!

[Chris]

a haunting vision to live within.