Shapelessness Poem by David Blake

Shapelessness



Alone, in the shadows of bliss and pain,
the hollowed memory remains. Drifting
upon the seas of time, an apparition of
a life that once was but is no more
faintly whispers from the other side of
eternity. Sadly, its melody the grand
symphony of a life of love and
prosperity now lost never again to be
heard.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tom J. Mariani 25 March 2008

An accurate image of the feelings of drepression. And this is from a person who has been there. Whether it's a broken heart or a completely broken spirit, the symptoms are very much the same, so I have since read. At the time, someone reaching out to help, or to tell me to 'shape up' wouldn't have done much good. In a few words, you have descibed what it feels like to be on 'the other side.' Tom

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