...Ecclesiastical prose; my final pose

By SolApathy

I’m letting go
And where are you now?
You said you’d be there
Told me you didn’t care when I called
You would be there to catch me when I fell
I called in advance
I felt the darkness falling like a trance
Knew the depression was coming
No matter how fast I am running
It always catches me
I needed you to catch me before the dark veil fell
You didn’t come
…Too many errands to run
The sum of everything you accomplished
Means nothing
Anymore
It only took one missed
Cry for help
And where are you now?
Flowers, you hold above me
Tears slip onto me
But I can’t see
You whisper
I cannot hear thee
ecclesiastical prose
my final pose
before I am taken under
You will live and always
…know

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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Saturday, July 1, 2017.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...Even in the light; fear can make it dark as night
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Comments on "...Ecclesiastical prose; my final pose"

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  • sIo On Monday, December 19, 2016, sIo (926)By person wrote:

    Outspoken and outreaching. Very morbid and to the point. I like it.

  • Jonas Robinson On Monday, November 19, 2018, Jonas Robinson (867)By person wrote:

    Yes, I agree. Very morbid and to the point.

  • Jonas Robinson On Monday, November 19, 2018, Jonas Robinson (867)By person wrote:

    And with a very original song-like beautiful beat.


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