Shadowed
Deepest despair crawls.
With searching claws,
It tears through my mind.
Hope is hard to find.
Black tendrils ensnare,
Fuelling my despair within;
A suicide siren call.
My shattered ambition,
Is a breach of sanity’s defence,
A twisted obsession
False hope and false promise,
My melancholic trust is broken
And those most beloved are betrayed
Sleep shadowed eyes crack,
And I’m shackled to my empty bed,
Lost in a sweat soaked, waking nightmare.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thu 26th Aug 2010 12:24
It is good, Steven, in deep lamentation mode, and well structured too. IMO, the line about 'hope' would be an excellent, one-line conclusion, as it summarises the 'unlimited despair' idea.