Dark Puzzles

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  • Melanooch
  • quotes..."I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes; but look where I will, there seems to me always more sadness than joy in life." ~ Jerome K. Jerome

Dark Puzzles

I open my eyes and all I see is darkness, I can't make out which way is up or down.
I'm stuck with no light to guide me.
I wonder how long I will be trapped here, unable to move or see, unable to see how much damage is done.
I keep wondering how I always seem to descend into this pit of despair.
The darkness consumes me and leaves me with an overwhelming sense of dread.
I feel defeated and unworthy and alone.
I know that I am surrounded by love and light, but I have fallen too deep inside this chasm to be able show anyone the true nature of how I feel.
I am functioning without any real emotions; I am a hollow skin just surviving on instinct and repetitive motions.
I am not beyond repair or am I; I keep asking myself when will these feelings finally be put to rest.
My brain is broken into a million piece puzzle of one color, I can't make any sense of it and I know it will take me forever to finally have it all together.
Everyone sees me for this strong person, and I am strong on the outside, I am a robot… I just need power to make me move.
Inside I am a useless lump, unable to stand strong on my feet.
I don’t understand why I seem to always fall into this place of desolation.
I am a rational woman; I understand what I need to do, I just can't see.
I am in a trench of utter blackness.
I will create my own light and crawl out, but I will have to spend some time here to heal and start to put the puzzle together.

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Phoenix9 commented on Dark Puzzles

05-11-2009

well written a 10 for sure

Melanooch

07/07/2009

thank you!

WordSlinger commented on Dark Puzzles

03-17-2009

I hope they are big peices.

Melanooch

07/07/2009

thanks!

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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