There in the dark it beats
Pounding, breaking me down.
Harder, faster and unrelenting it torments me.
Sharper than a knife’s point
And heavier than lead
It pounds.
Unseen, but ever present it remains
Hidden in a catacomb, similar to the darkest cave
It beats me,
Some days it overpowers, some days I do,
It pounds within.
Incomprehensible to all,
Except to those who have also experienced its
Unrelenting reminder of power.
So I grin and bear it with a smile
Yet dark it remains, as it
Pound in me.
Forever pounding, biting,
Reminding me…
It tries to kill me, slowly,
Yet, I beat still
And I, I pound it. Unseen. Pain. Me.
that's what I'm talking about! sure hope writing doesn't equal depression. love you!
ReplyDeleteI was so excited you posted something new, and with so much passion and YOU in it, that I didn't really comment on the content, just my excitement.
ReplyDeleteBut then, really, I don't know what to say. Incomprehensible is right. I try to understand. I try to be considerate. I try to always remember and always care. But I never really understand what you go through. I often forget.
And as much as I wish I could better relate. I am happy not to have to know what you go through. I love you! Your strength is amazing. Your persistence and determination is inspiring. (and your writing is beautiful)