Considering Depression

Somewhere, within me, in a place I've never found,
Perhaps some shrinking ember of me glows,
And in its warmth, though I am unaware, the person
I once was persists, too weak to reassert himself,
And there, in it, the things I have abandoned
Lay in ordered rows, the person I once was
Believing that the opaque curtain which has
Fallen on my stage may rise, and that one on it
May retrieve those long-lost things, and will
Look upward toward the skylights to absorb
A brilliant sun, a sign to this one, dead, without,
That darkness needn't swallow everything,
That, somewhere, someplace I can't find,
My lucent alter ego still survives.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-11-23 at 01:08

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