- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Malady
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Click hereDepression,
it eats at the soul,
not unlike a praying mantis,
devouring its prey
Time brings pain for the prey,
pain brings death for the weak,
death of spirit, death of mind,
if not death of body
This deep dark malady,
plagueing the droves,
who keep it hidden,
and unknown.
This deep dark affliction,
can anyone truly understand?
the crazy beauty of the high,
the stark agony of the low.
Blind to love, hate, humanity,
self pity,
all that remains,
the leech that sucks not blood,
but life.
- COMMENTS
SeattleRainover 19 years agoAndy, I read a lot of poems on this topic here, but you did not just write about the feeling, but put it into metaphor/analogy.
Keep this in mind, it is what makes a poem a poem and not a journal entry (I have a lot in my journal!) Keep writing, it is good for you.
