She Was My Poetry

By Malcholm Dark

I fell into darkness, I fell from the light
I fell from myself, I fell from all sight.

I once was together, I once was on track
She left me for good, I fell into black.

The absolute color me
The only shade left to be.

Poetry, she was my poetry...
now the words are wrong
there is no more song.

Poetry, she was my poetry...
now the page is bare
nothing left to share.

I live in regression, I live in my hole
I live for nothing, I live with no soul.

She left me no sure way, she left me no slack
Blindly I'm walking through shadows of black.

The absolute color me
The only shade left to be.

Poetry, she was my poetry...
now the words are wrong
there is no more song.

Poetry, she was my poetry...
now the page is bare
nothing left to share.

Sitting broken hearted, sitting all alone
Sitting with my pen, sitting like a stone.

Poems are salvation, poems bring me back
My words on paper, written down in black.

A perfect color for me
Finally, I am free.

Poetry, she gave me poetry...
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from the ashes of depression arose the poet.

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Published on Tuesday, June 7, 2011. Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

the healing power of the pen

Comments on "She Was My Poetry"

A former member wrote: You capture the mood hauntingly. What is a poet without their muse? A depressed poet, indeed. Nice.
On Tuesday, June 7, 2011, lupus tenebrae (860) wrote:

Poetry, a lifeline sustaining those even in the deepest coma. The pen being a syringe, abating certain agony, if only temporarily. Whatever well you draw water from, I hope it never runs dry. Write onward.
A former member wrote: This seems like a depressing poem, at first. I've seen some great work from you...you're one of the best...but this is the strongest ending to a poem I've seen in some time...kinda gives me the chills...well done, man! Write onward & don't ever stop. The cure for my depression, that's for certain.
A former member wrote: so many ways to be inspired...... yep. well rhymed and so true.... cheers! never let that pen rest.