Black Night Sonnet

Cherry

By Lem

Tue, 28 May 2019
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Until you have keened like a bird in a trap

rued the spark of your very conception

Stoppered your mouth and screamed into fists

bloodied from flying at walls

Begged for forgiveness from all you once loved

when you lived beyond mere respiration

Greeted the hateful black visitor who

returns and returns and returns

and each time believed his mock farewell

Heartsick at your failures

By despair so tightly shackled

All your treasures turned to ashes

Mutely loathing your existence

do not speak to me of pain.

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Di_Hard on

bleakness so thorough, but made beautiful is hard to do, but you have. So many strong images "fists / bloodied from flying into walls" "despair so tightly shackled" it is like a Goya painting, living light blazing out of darkness

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Yep, been then more than once, There is nothing good or dignified about severe depression. Not knowing   when or even if it will lift is the worst, being firmly nailed to the bed of night month after month.

The only good thing is after I emerge from it I am very thankful to now feel alive and well.