Grey Silhouette Poem by Sebastian Melmoth

Awake each day the veins rising starting the river of emotions flow.

Feelings of dread, anxious tribulations swirling again and again in my head.

My waterfall of psychoneurosis slowly bleeding down these caged walls of depression.

Senses stuck in the quicksand of self-pity, how and who will me pull through.

A pool of my own tears drowning me with each drop getting harder and harder to breath.

My defenceless soul at the mercy of the do gooders and do-haters.

Clinging onto the world by my fingernails gripping on the ledge of despairs edge.

Hear me scream see the signs laid bare tired and weak, clock ticking

Is the world just blind to the agony I possess, standing here, invisible and ignored.

Long walk into mercies sunset with fear, worry, troubles now behind me, no sadness ahead in the new journey I now tread.

Just another forgotten soul departing, just another grey silhouette.