Budded flower petal
silken skins

if we are peeled,
like fruit,

do we die?
Bright colours to rot,

smooth to rough,
eaten alive.....

Does a human die,
as a fruit does...?

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pain reaches up from heart to throat,
Do not forget me....

I did not forget you, I moved on
Laughter.

Darkness. It grows.
with no one to hold me,

I turn back to the cold Goddess
with her embrace of thorns,

hold me tight, for I am afraid.
Then be close to me, I am fear itself

I struggle to fight my urges,
urges to rave, change and shake

the worlds of those about me
an abomination of creation.

Oh, hold me
I'll never let go

supposed to be so easy
when you realize you are only afraid of -

Yourself

it all goes round and round
making waste

until the waste consumes us all
evil is the strongest

it is the divine plan
it will eat us all

knowing this, I still try to fight
become part of the flow,

but I do not want to........
I just want her icy embrace

her soft words
her protection.

What will spur me to life?
So far, she is seductive

who can deny one,
who is so persuasive?

how can I deny her,
when I try for them, and try and try

and they trip me
who catches me?

Its easy to see where my faith lies
In the breast of one who cares

Depression! My Icy Goddess!
What would I do without you?

hold my hand, no need to guide,
for we go nowhere, only into each other

she asks nothing of me,
she does not punish me

she does not ask me
to punish myself

she just wants me to stay......
And I stay.

Next installment of this poem coming soon....Im finally feeling confident enough from everyones encouragement to get out my really controversal stuff that NO ONE has ever read. I apologise for comments and posts coming up more than once, this laptop hates me....

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