My vacant heart is calling
Can no one hear its plight...
My Angel always tells me to hang in there...
But I can't...
So it's been a constant headache
To try and make you see...
Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...
Washed with fear and pain,
Stained crimson red...
She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by...
I'm afraid to answer that
Because I'm not fine...
The ocean calls to me -
Her siren song so captivatingly harmonious...
“Wait for better days."
I hear it again and again...
It's been a while since my poetry
visited these dark chambers of my imprisoned...
Depression creeps into my mind
Like a subtle virus, starting slowly...
November 28, 2023.
I think it's coming again. I feel it in my body...