Depression's Sonnet
Why move when there’s no place to go
for it’s all filled. Black waters flow,
and I, perched on a pinnacle
of loneliness; an empty soul
without another one’s bright light
to guide me through this starless night.
No one to understand that this
is but a bottomless abyss
that swallows heart and numbs the mind
beneath its cold mailed fist… unkind.
Lost little thing, that no one sees;
for there is none who can appease
or plea for mercy to abate
this hellish pain. It’s much too late!
Thank you for your entry into Odin's Opposition!
Perhaps you'll rise up, drink from the Well of Wisdom and be crowned the 'bringer of victory'?
Best of luck in the battle!
~Mosaic Musings Staff
Congratulations Larry on your Bronze placement!
You have risen up, drank from the Well of Wisdom and have been crowned the ‘bringer of victory’!
Well done!
Congrats, Larry, this is a beautiful sonnnet! Hope to see you back soon in the forums, with more of your highly appreciated works.
Cheers, Syl***
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