Forgive my darkness. I am so sick of this rainy, cold, dreary weather.  Just writing out my emotions gave me some relief. 

Writing On The Edge

Writing on the edge of a precibus

Leaning toward a fall

Weighted by the strains of living

Pulling me to the death of it all


Waking in the morning is heavy

Plodding to move out of bed

To open the blinds is weary

As the day is covered in dread


Battling each hour of daylight

Wearing the mask of pretend

It's a war of self castigation

Leaving a corpse as its end


Sinking into the silence of midnight

Breathing the air of the dead

Freedom comes in a moment

As another day is put to its bed




Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-14 at 19:39

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I hope it worked, that the writing offered relief.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Your eloquence and candid revelations make this a powerful work. Thank God as poets we have this safety valve you have used so brilliantly.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Well described my friend. I know the feeling. I hope writing it gave you great solace.

I applaud the candour of the writing, and your instinct (healthful, I think) to write your way through the mood. And I do love measured quatrains!

Sending good thoughts that even amid these dark and dreary days, you'll find some small grace or joy, something for which to be thankful.

Profoundly sad, the depression is tangible, a credit to your writing. I wish you relief, hopefully you are on the edge of light.