Ode Of Depression To A Broken Man Poem by Cookie Misfits

The eerie air of night
Hugged your tall and thin figure
The withered trees hummed
With your dragging footsteps.

You wondered
Deeper and deeper
Hoping to find something
Of what's left
Of the great man you were.

A lonely poet
Thirsting for a purpose
To continue living
And surviving
With the misfortunes
Life gave him.

Parched, like a dry desert
You continue marching
And searching
In this goddamn forsaken thoughts.
Alcohol has eaten
Your words
Cigarette has erased
Lines you've made for your lover.

Why must you
Tire your feet.
Your eyes are weary
Close them
Your memories are fading
Forget them.
Let go.

But no,
You open your eyes wide
Bewildered by the site you see
What storm has come
And wrecked your glorious cities
You turn your head around
'Where is she? '

She? Stop daydreaming.
She's not a saint
She's the hurricane
That came and left you broken

Don't you remember
Her fingers tangled
On someone else's hair.
Her lips on his.

But I'm still here
Take my hand.
Let's sail away
Succumb into me.

I am the only way
You can conquer this throbbing pain
I am the cure to stop your tears
I can stop your nightmares

You know who I am
but you can't resist me can you?