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...Melodies of the Destitute
By SolApathy
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
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
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Friday, January 12, 2018.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
...Caught in the undertow of a darkness I knew so well--I stopped fighting and finally fellComments on "...Melodies of the Destitute "
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A former member wrote:
So sorry you feel this way...
go talk to someone at the hospitals psychward...
PLEASE. ´HUGGLES.
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On Friday, January 12, 2018, dwells
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wrote:
The title held an interesting proposition but the development was one of despair and hopelessness. The sun will come up again; here's a life preserver my friend. Cheers! - Dan
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A former member wrote:
The silence is so deafening and wrecking, especially after something beautiful leaves us. Silence is here to be molded into whatever moves us, and you move me. As always, dearest. Rebs:).
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