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Crash and rage,

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Shadows

I watch my shadow from noon to dusk,
Ever growing in size and lust,
Making me taller than a redwood tree
And stretching the limit of what I can be.

Until the fading sun falls all the way down
And I am beyond the starry lights of town.
Now lost and one with the black nothingness
I am left to mourn my colossal, black hubris.

I kick a stone as I walk home alone,
Struggling to forget the hope I was shown
And accept that I am an ego confined by flesh:
A spirit trapped, and a man depressed.

The Oak

In the park there stands an old oak.
I know not how aged it is,
But it was here before I was
And it will remain long after I do not.

Every morning I pass by its thick trunk,
The oak waves its branches, goodbye.
And every night I drunkenly stumble home,
It’s standing still, in silent judgment.

Even when I dash past and miss its farewell
In the rush to catch the last possible train
To $9.50 an hour misery with no future,
I know the stoic oak is standing there,
Gayly laughing at my fleeting and meaningless struggles.

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It’s heavy, the load

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I want to fill you

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I care
But I’m tired,

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I hide from her face,

Memories of your Hug

There is a silence around
But i am craving to hear that voice
The one that brought peace to me
The one that hasn’t left me with a choice

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I can feel your hand
Stroking my head

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You brood in isolation
Wanting interaction

Grey

Grey file cabinets line beige-green walls,
Stretching from the speckled grey ceiling
To the off-white (grey), tiled floor.

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Wallowing in the muck
Black filth of my depression

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Disconnected,
Wrapped in thick glass

Blood on their Hands

First published on http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com on March 12, 2018

Behind the hearty laughter
Lurked depression sinister
As everyone looks for an answer
After the terrible disaster
What were the missed signs
Was this part of a design

Depression – 2

“Sleep isn’t just a sleep anymore, it’s an escape”

Teary eyes with Muffled cries

Strength lost and Hope dies

Fighting Depression

Painted by me

“Monsters don’t sleep under your bed, they scream inside of your head”

Depression

Painted by Me

“The worst thing in life is not  to end up alone, but being with people who make you feel alone”

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The pendulum cycle
Tips get quite extreme

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Losing track
What day it was today,

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Up down
Flip around

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Black fleshy corridors
Echoing with hate

Depression

The walls, they are shrinking,
a box I am in folded up,
heavy and looming
are the forges
making all this dark;

Mirror

People say eyes are the mirror to your soul.You get the clarity of thoughts and emotions if you look deeply into someone’s eyes. It stores all the hurt, pain, joy, ecstasy you have experienced all your life. But still, you spend your whole life surrounded by people around you who don’t have any clue what going on inside you. Sometimes we wish for a such a mirror to exist which can reflect people true intentions and emotions and sometimes you just wanna hide.

Eyes my faithful mirror
Heart is a bleeding art
Dancing through this dance called life
Got so many scratches ..torn apart

I SIT IN THE SILENCE AND REMEMBER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I can sit in the silence
and remember
the moment
you told me
you were ready
to move on
to your
next life  

Pain is mine

You don’t know what I go through

and I don’t want you to know either

The pain is mine and 

The love was mine.

#158 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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It whispers to me
From the darkness,
You’re not worthy
No one loves you
You should end it all
Now,
Haltingly, I whisper back
Not today fucker
Not today.

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Knife, rope or pill,
The ways my disease