Depression, aggression, fear inside its speaks out onto us like a pier looming on the midnight waves.
We may sing, we may dance but inside we are still dark.
Lurching for more,
MOre!
MORe!!
MORE!!!
Cant you stop? Never stop, never will, "never won't", never can, never will!
Depression takes hold it burns, it churns.
Fusing the lines, together until broken.
The chains starts once more.
Throwing itself into motion, cracking and crunching like a brittle bone against mortar.
Repulsive, revolting, loathsome they say
but cant you see?
Your just like me.
Like the wind in your hair,
the rain thrashing at your feet.
Swirling, twirling rushing into, onto around in all directions.
never stopping,
never knowing,
always wanting,
but never getting.
What is love?
What is peace?
Is it caring, is it soft is it...
Stop!
These emotions these thoughts, they are not logical, they are not sound.
Sound?
Baa,
Bum,
Baa,
Bum.
The heart is a pure and mystical thing.
It is strong, it is supportive.
It is everything I wish for.
everything I could ask for and more
So why did you take it from me?
I'm not quiet sure how on earth this poem actual makes sense, or whether I sound have even published it here. But my thoughts just made me type, I wrote down what was going on in my head, and in a way this poems shows how messed up my mind really is, i guess work really does make people go crazy. They say poems do not have to have sense all the time that you can make up words that you can break rules. I wonder how many people would understand this poem.
