The Lake

The lake is a place I find myself at from time to time. It is my quiet refuge and endless tormentor. I am apprehensive in showing this. Showing it is one of the hardest things I have done.

 The Lake

The midnight moon, how it shines so bright.

The fog roles in, like a thief in the night.

 

I stand at the edge of my terrible fate.

Where are the friends that promised to wait?

 

We will be there when you need us was the last words they said.

I stand at the lake wishing I were dead.

 

My soul torn to shatters it did not happen in a blink of an eye.

It just rather built up like a long mournful cry.

 

I stand at the edge hoping in vane, that someone will be waiting before I am dead.

What cruel fate has dealt me this hand that I hold in my heart now full of dread?

 

I walk to its edge the waters so cold.

Slowly I look and see what it shows.

 

 

A pitiful reflection of a lost beat down soul.

Where are the friends I counted on so long ago?

 

They have their own life now, having no time for me.

I will not burden them with my pain and misery.

 

I reach down and touch it, the water so cold.

I don’t have the courage I had long ago.

 

I look at my reflection and cry at what I see.

It’s my own fault for I’m not even me.

 

I’m just the shell of that person that use to be brave.

The voice in my head tells me to drown in the lake.

 

I stand at the lake that once was so small.

I take another tear and let it gently fall.

 

I stand up and look out across the lake.

Was it my tears that made it this way?

 

Enough for tonight, I turn around slowly.

Tomorrow is another night that will not show me mercy.

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[Sami Khalil]

"My soul torn to shatters it did not happen in a blink of an eye.
It just rather built up like a long mournful cry.

I stand at the edge hoping in vane, that someone will be waiting before I am dead.
What cruel fate has dealt me this hand that I hold in my heart now full of dread?"
What a beautiful and lovely write. I felt some sadness in it too...Bravo...:)

[ron]

Thank you. It was very hard for me to show the writing.

[Sami Khalil]

I understand ...You are welcome...:)

[Keith]

Depression can be so hard, well described in this piece. Feelings of insignificance, sorrow even guilt in there somewhere. Hope this is fantasy Ron.