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Depression MAG

May 9, 2010
By Pat Cullen BRONZE, Ipswich, Massachusetts
Pat Cullen BRONZE, Ipswich, Massachusetts
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I do not know who I am anymore
Once a child, carefree and alive
My soul no longer lies in the contours of my body
It floats alongside
Aching for a connection
As I do every day

The pain comes from not understanding
The emptiness
Craving the touch of emotion
The warmth of happiness that departed so long ago
The sun leaves me chilled
The snow burns as it melts
I no longer know who I am

Indescribable is the sensation
Engulfing me like a storm cloud
Black as the unknown
Fusing further into the deepest elements of my being
What is left of my being
A leech to my heart
A thief to my mind

I can touch another
But we are not in contact

Love has kept me alive
All will to live has expired
Minutes seep into hours
Hours seep into days
Time is no longer a measurement
It has been replaced by grief

The love is dead
But the longing for such is not

I'm alone in this world
Where I'm surrounded by so much adoration
Surrounded by answered prayers
The quintessential family
That I can't seem to appreciate

What is there left to do
When all beauty has grown faint
Colors have been bleached
Emotions have withered
My soul is lost

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on Dec. 1 2011 at 1:04 pm
rain-rain111 PLATINUM, Roselle, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
He offered her the world but she said she had her own.

This poem is astounding. I read it over and over again. Oh my God..

amazing description.

anonymous said...
on Apr. 20 2011 at 7:53 pm
This is so beautiful and so familiar. Tendrils of it seem to echo within my soul, a soul that has the feeling of being lost ingrained more deeply inside it than a bird knows to fly south for the winter.  You are not alone. But when the colors of the world around us have faded, close your eyes and dream more vividly than reality could offer. Send a message in a bottle, blow a kiss into the wind, someday your wandering soul will latch onto something beautiful, and you will remember what it is to live.