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- Depression and Damnation
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Click hereDepression and damnation
Wrapped around each other
Like the roots of a suicide tree
Which is the mother, which is the child?
Traveling alongside the path
But not on it
Cut by barbs and needles
Crouching in the underbrush
To escape the light of the son
Screaming at the cross
Roads that have no destination
Lost, found, and lost again
While laughing at blasphemy
Unable to feel nothing
Cloudy skies bleed
Salt-water rain
No way to keep dry
Curled up on the ground
A fetus out of utero
Discovers loneliness
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,500 poems.
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LeBrozover 16 years agoDepression is so ... depressing, but this manages to convey the feeling so well while not becoming depressing to read.
Vampiric_Miragealmost 20 years agoVery powerfully beginning & concluding stanzas! I was a bit unsure if the word "son" in the last line of the second stanza was intentionally a play on words referring to the mother & child from the first stanza or if it was supposed to read "sun." Overall though, this is an excellent poem!
twelveoonealmost 20 years agoto a place I call home, Hellsylvania
nice line:
Like the roots of a suicide tree
Nice line break, considering line further down:
Screaming at the cross
Roads that have no destination
Lost, found, and lost again
While laughing at blasphemy
this is a nice distrbing image, but does not meld well, with the rest of the tone.
Curled up on the ground
A fetus out of utero
Discovers loneliness
Anonymousalmost 20 years agoGenuine emotions and questions explored. I always look for works like these.
