Hope is Gone
This pit of
Last long, I won’t; the gates of
Forward lock and close
Of grief and its sorry weight
I am dark and shapeless
Its leaving has swallowed my suns
I am lost,
Undone in chaos
Knotted flow of memory…
Tomorrow does not breathe
Hope is slight; and I am not okay
I won’t be getting up today
I’m working on new writing now. It sounds different from what I’ve done. There’s less rhyming, and some of it’s sounds even a little silly or strange, which can’t be too bad. This poem above was one I left months ago but have been slowly working on from time to time since. It’s about anything that has left you really, a feeling, a person you rely on or whatever it might be. The dark world depression can throw you into is what it means to me. It could all sound better, but I didn’t want it changed too much from the moment I was writing the idea down. That’s the whole point, to have it as a release, so I didn’t want to lose or change the initial thought behind it all too much.
That photo above is one I took this morning of the ice dripping from some tree branches. The color is edited a little, btw.