Paragraph 8, Poem = Why Must You Keep Me Down?
October 23rd 2008 22:48
I need to say, I have had better days than yesterday.I did not get to write in my blog,
I had just finished typing what I was going to say, when the computer, just shut down.
But it seems my fear is hanging on these past few days. And I'm trying to cope, but
it's not an easy task.In my case, winter makes my life a living hell. I think the weather
affects my mood.I don't want to sound like a whiner, I just feel the need to express
the, ups' and downs of my illness. I hope, it helps someone to better understand
its' toll on a person.
This poem, is about how I feel like depression is stepping on me with a
heavy foot.
Why Must You Keep Me Down?
Why must you steal my glory ?
Why must you feed my shame ?
Why must you seemingly adore me?
Why must you state your blame ?
Why must you not face me ,
when, so oft , I've heard you call !
Why must you chuckle blatantly ,
as my tears begin to fall ?
Why must you revel in your righteousness,
whilst I, attempt to crawl ,
from neath your dark , dark , shadow ?
For you're the reason,
that I can't even walk .
I had just finished typing what I was going to say, when the computer, just shut down.
But it seems my fear is hanging on these past few days. And I'm trying to cope, but
it's not an easy task.In my case, winter makes my life a living hell. I think the weather
the, ups' and downs of my illness. I hope, it helps someone to better understand
its' toll on a person.
This poem, is about how I feel like depression is stepping on me with a
heavy foot.
Why Must You Keep Me Down?
Why must you steal my glory ?
Why must you feed my shame ?
Why must you seemingly adore me?
Why must you state your blame ?
Why must you not face me ,
when, so oft , I've heard you call !
Why must you chuckle blatantly ,
as my tears begin to fall ?
Why must you revel in your righteousness,
whilst I, attempt to crawl ,
from neath your dark , dark , shadow ?
For you're the reason,
that I can't even walk .
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Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
Amen. I really identify with your poems; they're beautiful.
If you can survive it, that's the important thing; someday maybe you'll be all right.
~DIanna
Comment by jan webb
Depression Grew
Broken Wings
wings, that perches in the soul. But I do honestly
appreciate your comments...Jan
Comment by Dianna G
I Wish This Was 42
Fictional Worlds
I haven't escaped it either-but a girl can dream.
~Dianna