A Moment
Alas!
Depression...!
It keeps eating
at my core.
Sinking its,
saliva dripping teeth
in to my brainheart.
It keeps darkening
my vision.
Throwing its,
damp air filled bosom
in front of my sanity.
I think,
I must stop
Thinking...
Just for a day,
Or for two days,
Or maybe,
For the rest
Of my life.
I feel,
I must stop
Feeling...
Just for a second,
Or for a few seconds,
Or maybe,
Until the moment
I die.
I question
Myself,
Does the right
represent
Right?
Does the wrong
represent
Wrong?
Is it just
my Imagination,
everyone
expects
me to behave
Normally?
Is being an
Abnormal
a sin?
The questions
remain...
until my
next Moment.
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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