Haunted by the ghost of the past
I crawl away fast
Worried and scared
My vision blurred
Searching for hope
Unable to cope
With those stinging scars
Which hold me hostage in bars
A void in my heart
which breaks me apart
Forcing myself to make my face nonchalant
Akin to a gallant
I have to move on
Since life is a game on
A nice depiction of what depression does to the depressed. I like the articulation and rhyme scheme of the poem. A lovely piece indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem makes me think, it makes me feel proud of myself just by reading it. Wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Naina. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.