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Poetry By: Ian Dawn

I wanted to get this out its my take on some of my depression lately

Submitted:May 28, 2012    Reads: 45    Comments: 16    Likes: 5   

The memory of you binds me

Holds me like my body is wrapped

In a thick layer of plastic film


The more I struggle, the hotter

It gets inside my cacoon

The sweat beads and clings


I can not see, except through

The bars of my bony fingers

As they form a knotted cage, over my face


I peer through the gaps to see

But all I catch is glimpses

Of what my life could have been


The power drained from my heart

As it slows to a morbid standstill

Still beating but tormenting me


The life that I thought once mine

Is no longer, and I see my love

As if a movie, in my cluttered mind


Tales of days gone by, opportunities

Missed, to never be taken

Chances hidden, hesitation now loss


Heed me children lend thy ear!

Do not remorse a lost chance

For they will not cry for you


They point, mock and laugh,

They watch you as you age, become feeble

Your bones and mind weak with time


Then they gain satisfaction from you

As they see you stumble, fall, pray

Hope for a redemption that is never coming.


They thrive on your fear, your aches

Your pains physical and of mind

They watch as you lose everything


Your hopes

Your dreams

Your love

Your life


They feed on your failings

They fill with strength of being

As they feed on what's left


Your Fear

Your despair

Your hate

Your loathing


They separate us like a herd

Targeting the weak of body

Then the weak of mind


They go for the young

The not so sure

The displaced


Don't let them get you

Be strong of will and mind

Be true to who you are

And never let the demons in


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