Written at 11:40 pm on 02/28/2015.
© L.J. Slaferek
Writing poetry at 4 am Is not as romantic as the poets sa… It is not with love I write Or hatred It is neither
What is the blackness other than n… Could it be something tangible? Something you can embrace? What if it is the one embracing? Every night, as you lie
Screaming at the top of my lungs, Throat raw and ragged, And yet I make no sound. Blood pouring from my wrists, Ragged gashes forming a railroad u…
Shadows all around Smothering the ground Scraping along the walls Of my mind A thing of darkness
There lies a wooden cabin Just big enough for one With a garden full of every colour… Growing softly, surely in the dark… With a pond to one side
I hate smiling, Because it’s always fake. I hate laughing, Because it’s always empty. I hate this heart,
My hopes have turned into air I simply could not care Spring is here My time is near Depression’s terrible snare
Dim, grim, dark nights For thoughts to grow And darken even further still Sad, twisted, angry thoughts Swirl in the blackness that
The words on the pages blur Fading away in a mist A mist of tears, floods In a waterfall, Like so many drops of blood
I can’t keep up this race, So bone-chillingly lonely, Still lingering in this cold place… I’ve had this dream before... Pain, agonizing pain strikes again…
The frost on the trees Glittering in the morning light A shroud of purest white Lies upon the field A blanket with the waves of a sea
Depression is... Like a towering mountain, On my back Like my shadow, Always there, always dragging me d…
What is the most painful word? Is it hate? That abject raging emotion that… Hate can be fulfilled, one way or… Or maybe it’s sadness?
'Tic Toc’' The clock struck one There is a young man Who did not feel so young Who envied a clock the time it had
Clear (Blurred) thoughts Crystal (Glazed) vision Fluffy (Misty tears) cloud Joy (Blood) boils up Heart soars (off a cliff)