Treasure Island

kitty smith

(11 23 99 / new york)

depression emancipated

i can see it
feel it
its tendrils climbing on air towards me
i scream but all are too far too hear me
i am far away from every thing
all of it'heaven and earth
everything even i a\m too far away from myself too be seen
i scream again
there coming too close i cant do this
i cant fight it
i don't want to fight any more
no more treatment
god just no more of it
these tendrils
depression let free
gone wild
i consumes me
its eating me alive
i....i... i cant fight
no longer can i wage a war
and fight battles
that im bound too lose
dear god im falling
i cant do this any more
my mind is still fighting
only now its fighting me
its cold
the ground
im only six feet under
but i am already in the permafrost layer
the blood its spilling out again
im soaking in it
im confined
no were to go
no were for the blood too go
im drowning in myself
all is darkness
the pain all the pain
too much
i let go
its nothing im proud up
but i let go
im in free fall
he air is thin were i fell from
its too late
dear god
its too late

Submitted: Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

again just another one of the things i wrote to which i cant place were it came from. honestly if you can explain it too me well... don't hesitate too.

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  • John Westlake (4/26/2014 9:43:00 AM)

    A very interesting poem again. One that will need thinking about. It certainly is a cry for help and I hope someone can heed it and assist (Report) Reply

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