Broken or Breaking

By Daisy

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Tags: depression, loneliness, medicine, drugs, effort, hopeless, helpless

Added: 14 Jul 2014 Views: 985 Avg Score: 5

I don't know which is better, the illness or the drugs.

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Peach perfect moon in an apricot sky,
There are footsteps in the stardust
Where the diamonds of the sun
Cause a waterfall of velvet heat
And shining shards of opal tears
To stream on the horizon on
The edge of nightfall's waning
Where the dank abyss is hiding
'Neath the dusky cotton clouds.

Sunshine old and mellow
Lifts me airborne raised and cradled
Over noisome loathesome masses
Of the past I cannot name
That is seeping 'low the currents
Of the passing years and now,
Where the wings of angel visions
Leave me on this feather boat
O'er the tide of blackness sleeping
Deeply drifting darkling weeping
And the lunar pull of comfort
Laps my feet.

Should I dash the cup of supine
From the visions in my head
Where I dwell in ugly languor
As the song inside my soul?
Were you calling my name loudly
As I writhed in liquid leeching
Where the spriggans held my hatred
For my being in the world?
Yet I cannot hear you calling in this
Fuzzy world of silent,
In the mellow syrup wading of the
Melting sunshine honey,
And I cannot find the fighting
That can break down walls of ugly,
Nor the fortress of the truth
That suffuses time and space.

I am lost 'twixt dark and deathfall
And I cannot find my way.

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