Krista Mason


The Art Of Decay - Poem by Krista Mason

I feel so alone.
Who is going to miss me when I'm gone?
My mind is my only friend, and my imagination, my only freedom.

There was once a time when things weren't so.
I knew trust, I knew love.

There was happiness, there were smiles.
Once there were hugs, once there were kisses.
There were priceless laughs, and tears of joy.

But alas, once is now no more.
Everything that has not died, is dying yet.
Every hope, every wish, every dream, every prayer.

I feel so alone.
Who is going to miss me when I'm gone?
My mind is my only friend, and my imagination, my only freedom.

Decay sets in. Every smile, every hug and kiss.
Every joyful tear, now all only in my mind, my memory.

I no longer see the brightness of the sun, nor the beauty of the moon.
Every bright star shine now only in the books.
The waves of the oceans are no longer blue, but black.

Looking back and seeing how much I've changed.
How things in my life may sometimes be the opposite and destroy me.

I feel so alone.
Who is going to miss me when I'm gone?
My mind is my only friend, and my imagination, my only freedom.

Topic(s) of this poem: dark

Form: Hymn


Comments about The Art Of Decay by Krista Mason

  • Chinedu Dike (11/24/2015 7:25:00 PM)


    A good depiction of depression welcoming loneliness with open arms. Depression - a suffocating pain and weeping of the soul without comfort is insightfully portrayed in the poem. A well articulated piece of poetry written with conviction. Thanks for sharing Krista. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2015



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