Why?
#9 of Poetry
A short poetry of depression
My heart burns in flames of despair
Powerless partly to repair
The crater in my soul resides
Where my being lonely bides
The tears of grief I truly shed
Curled up in my broken bed
Hoping briefly for a bright light
To shine on my heart of fright
Depression is knocking at the door
Clothes of joy I used to wore
Are now slowly ceasing to exist
Where I stand coldly in the mist
Not knowing what to do anymore
Just want to die silently on the floor
The guiding lamp has flown
Into the forgotten unknown
I am freezing and crying in distress
Wondering how I turned into a mess
My heart aches for the warm
Wanting to exit the disheartening storm
I dearly desire to fly into the sky
Where I can truly be without asking...
"Why?"