A Tale From Me To You Poem by Christopher Soto

A Tale From Me To You



Feel the pressure build up in my skull
my brain is struggling to sit in it's space
For I am only one man in this cruel world
and I feel like the pain has chosen just me

Believe me I try, till I become numb with exhaustion
I hold on as a life would to not fall to it's darkened end
My grip becomes lose, and I strain with effort
my mind speaks to me, and asks why I try

Like a full eclipse my day becomes night
all the shadows dance around me as I become prey
I yell at them 'Be gone you devil's, for I love my life'
but they laugh and never leave, and win every fight

Like hungry dogs in packs of hundreds,
they wait around in every corner of my life
They feed off my misfortunes,
my mistakes as a human being

The ball and chain lies round my neck, that reminds me of the things I've done
all of those that I regret
Every second in my life I pull this ball around, every breath I ever take
gets me closer to the ground

Every step I take, adds weight to this curse!
'Forgive me as I forgive any who curses against me! '
Let me go! I need to be free!
I want to run in life and harvest what the world grows on it's tree!

From my heart to these words, I'll confess my intents
they've been nothing but honest and helpful to this world
Id never harm a soul, or trip one to gain power
I'll let anything pass, even when my passion they want to devour!

Hear me cry my honest words, let the world have it clear
I'll never harm a living soul, I struggle to live without a tear
I find it hard to feel laughter and joy, but trust me I try!
I hardly ever smile for its soon followed by a cold shower of pain, BUT TRUST ME I TRY!

Be an empath, and take 10 steps in my shoes
forget the 1000 miles, you wouldn't even last 2
if you knew my real colours, you wouldn't portray me as black
for its worth knowing the whole story before the hammer falls flat

I still ponder on the light, that peers through the horizon of life
as my sun sets each night
My sails are up, the captain has given orders,
but by a rope the ship is tied, to a wharf of memories and of whats past

I must cut the rope! But the knife remains blunt!
I sharpen and sharpen with a stone filled with love and and glowing light
I'm missing the journey! The one up ahead!
staying on this wharf, I'd sooner be dead!

There's only one thing left to put shine on my sword,
the pardons from a gentle voice, to clear my remorse
At the tick of time from which I can break free
I'll sail forward into the distance, of uncovered sea

Still, light peers not, through the skies of my life
I've tried and I've tried, but the sun remains blocked.

Sunday, September 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
For many reasons in life, I tend to feel events more emotionally driven and stronger than other people would. Some things I've experienced in life impact me 1000 times more than they would to the average person. As a sufferer of severe depression in the past, and signs of it reforming, I try and explain what I see and feel through my poems, not for sympathy or attention, but for an insight of what it's like to not be able to see light through the dark. This was written in some time round 2011
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