Sorrow of Depressive Healing
  

Sorrow of Depressive Healing

 

Stress and suppression, my bittersweet depression

Like grapes on a vine each day I am blessed but

Were grapes on the vine found dead then would lessen

The sorrow for which I seem to be destined

Alone counting dreams from a bed that’s been christened

A coffin and tool from which I’ll be tested

Against hollow faith and against bitter dreams, a battle that’s

Lost will find voice to deem me

Worthy of love or destined by fate to

Fall in an unhallowed place of disgrace

 

So blithely I walk an uncertain road

Tainted by fear, an emotion I loathe

 

Her eyes will haunt my evensong dreams; daylight

Fights away the joy that I see

Blessed though I am, this hope from me flees

All I can do is sit and I’ll plea to

                                                                The one that I know can truly heal me.

Comments:
 
  wrote
on 5/7/2008 8:11:12 PM
Ashes ... this so painful. But it is quite well written with some very good rhymes. And I like its music.

Warriorprincess55   Warriorprincess55 wrote
on 5/3/2008 11:41:05 AM
Elijah, I agree with Lindsay and wundermom. You definitely have the gift. This is absolutely beautiful.

lindsay   lindsay wrote
on 5/1/2008 2:52:05 PM
This is great work. Wundrmom is right, it really does leave you speechless.

Wundrmom44   Wundrmom44 wrote
on 5/1/2008 10:23:11 AM
Beautiful... I am speechless

AshesofLilith
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And God created the dust and from dust he begot man; we are but ashes and dust scattered by the wind across a vast nothingness we ourselves have created.
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A Poem written during a hopeful state of mind; the sorrow by which I was defined.
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