It always comes back to this... a poem

It always comes back to this
Why do you tease me with
Moments of happiness
It always comes back to this

It always ends the same way
Can I not have one day
Without falling into the grey
It always ends the same way

It never leaves me alone
Why let me think it’s gone
Feel the brief touch of the sun
It never leaves me alone

It hangs overhead like a cloud
Why am I never allowed
To cast away the shroud
It hangs overhead like a cloud

It follows me round day and night
Can I not hide from its sight
And not have to fight
It follows me round day and night

It taints and destroys my hope
Can I not loosen the rope
And not feel its choke
It taints and destroys my hope

It burns and scars my skin
Do you see how fragile and thin
What remains within
It burns and scars my skin

It owns and rules my life
Will you hand me the knife
That will end my strife
It owns and rules my life

It will never let me escape
You cannot lift away the drape
Or cut away the tape
It will never let me escape.

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Sorry you’re feeling so trapped. I hope writing this gave you some sense of release. It is a beautiful poem. I moved it to the creativity section so people can find it more easily.

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Thanks Ninjastar… Writing is a release, I do feel as though my illness is ruling my life at the moment, but I try to remind myself better times are ahead if I just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Just have to knuckle down and deal with things as they come.

@Turquoise

There’s beauty in everything…even in pain and desperation…as your words have clearly demonstrated.

One day I’m sure you’ll pen a more hopeful poem. This is just a phase. You have so much creativity inside you. Can’t wait till you feel better and share a more positive poem with us down the road! :sunny:

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Thanks Patrick, appreciate that. I will certainly share something more positive when I’m in a better state of mind.

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