...Melodies of the Destitute
A melody no longer plays as last light
fades
Looking to the ocean blue
I sit on the dock without you
Stunning sights as sunset ignites the night
Setting ablaze a blackness as hope becomes a charade
Looking down I see an ebony sea
Devoid of life it calls to end my strife
Beckoning dark and cold
No light rays of hope to hold
Madness consumes reason
Enveloped by gloom of this winter season
I slip in to the depths and fade
My depression was no charade
© 2020 SolApathy
Author's Note:
...Caught in the undertow of a darkness I knew so well--I stopped fighting and finally fell
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