Dark Depression Poem by Pieter van Wyk

What am I?
Am I just a toy that you play around with?
Am I your rag doll in which stick your pins and needles?
You hurt me. You create irreparable damage.
I weep in the darkness of the shadow you cast over me.
I hunger for my spot in the light, but you won't let me.

You want to destroy every hope, every chance, every moment of freedom.
I feel like a jigsaw puzzle that can't be completed.
My missing pieces lies scattered on the floor of your hatred.
You take a undeserving revenge on my life.
You try to eradicate my hope.

I am all alone, naked in the darkness.
I curl in one, the known fetus position in fear of being destroyed.
I await the pain, but you torture me with the agonizing time that passes slowly into infinity.
I sit up look around and in the darkness the memory of you project all around.
I stand up while the wind of your spoken breath tries to blow me down.
I walk in the storm of your angry words.
I try to survive, but you strip me of my stock.
My food of life you trample into the ground,
my water of hope and freedom you use to make a repulsive mud.

I was an angel until you clipped my wings.
The feathers you sold for your pot of gold
You took my halo from above my head
You twist it and turn it, you break it instead.

© Pieter J. van Wyk