Death Of A Depressed Man Poem by Adams King

Entangled in the web of depression
Sharp thorns pierce my heart daily
I searched for words of comfort
but found none in a dark world
Every tongue that once gave solace
Petrified like a Gorgon's victim
Every hand that once gave joy
now held back their sweet breath
I stumbled and fall in my mistakes
and rise to clean my dusty hopes
I kept walking even with a tied feet
I kept screaming with a lost voice
Hoping someone will hear my cry
nor the moaning of my heart

Help! Help! To the world I cried
I'm overshadowed by dark clouds
I could barely see my own feet
Yet I could hear the shackles clings
I could feel the chains on my hands
Sorrowful tears blinded my eyes
and veiled every hope for joy
A graveyard silence is the world I'm in
Endless is the eerie road I roam
Every morning the blackened sun
Will rise with drops of ghastful hell
Trickling down to shake my poor soul
The devils have blot out the sun
and made the sinner man crawl

Help! Help! Endlessly I screamed
My only response was my own echoes
I have dwell too long in this dark tunnel
Trying to find a place called home
I was told the lights are faraway
Sited upon the far end of patience
Such I call an embellishment of my hell
A tale with a drop of painted comfort
I have lost my faith in a dark room
In the hopeless path of my existence
I embrace my fate with helpless hands
I encircled my heart beneath a bitter breast
I fall one last time with a succumbed strength
and gave up y breath to depression

I couldn't fight the string stony monster
With hands that breaks and bleeds
Bury me into a deeper darkness
For my life was void of golden rays
I knew no colors in my journey on earth
I was surrounded with high walls of black
I may have died at the feet of success
Blame me not for I was too blind to see
Shed no cold tears upon my grave
For I called for you while I was alive
but you waited until my breath was gone
You waited until I could rise no more
I was a living man in need of a petal of hope