All Comments on 'Bleeding Soul'

A dragging slow read of a dying soul, makes the reader want to shout at the poet, "Snap out of it!"

This poem was written during a bout of severe depression when I was much younger, and trying to remember how I had made it through a previous such bout. If "snapping out of it" were all it took, I doubt I would have had to suffer through what I did. Unfortunately, serious depression requires external help. I am glad I got help when someone finally recognized that I was so depressed.

Interestingly, I cannot write poetry when I am not in extreme emotional pain like this... poetry is sort of a release valve last resort.

watching the un-dead frolic. TK U MLJ LV NV