From a Dark Place
About the Dark Thoughts We Have when We Are Down or Depressed
When sometimes loneliness meets confusion,
Behind the misdirection of sanity's illusion,
That’s when the wrong answer comes to me,
Frustration at one's rerun of errors,
Even with the most sincere endeavors,
It still comes to me.
The key is often silver and razor sharp,
Open up the pale white doors for the world to see
What’s really flowing round this poisoned heart,
It's just a passing thought, you see,
I think I'd be too scared to even make a start.
Looking at the door, I'm thinking,
that there is no turning back as the key sinks in,
Are my thoughts straying too far?
On all of them a time bomb drop, see my shrapnel burdens
cause their misconceptions to stop,
But what if it goes too far?
The key is often silver and razor sharp,
Open up the pale white doors,
And flood the world in a sea, of the troubled red waters
That flow round this poisoned heart,
It's just a passing thought, you see,
I think I'd be too scared to even make a start.
About the Creator
malcolm carelse
I usually go by the name of Malmacar
I write poetry and create digital art in my spare time, to express myself and to keep myself sane....
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