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From corners dark and deep
soulless creatures creep
to steal my joy and kill my sleep.
no dream or morning sun
can bring me back into the light
where shadows dwell
and turn day to night.

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Not sure...

what you mean by the last lines: can bring me back into the light
where shadows dwell
and turn day to night?

Not sure how that works, I mean, if it brings you back into the light, where the shadows dwell, that is fine 'cause without light, no shadows. But if they turn the day into night, they cease to exist. ~ Gee

depression

a metaphor for depression

NO dream or morning sun
can bring me back into the light
where shadows dwell
and turn day to night.

I guess...

I follow what you are thinking, but still feel that you could say it better.
~ Gee

Joe

There is more light than darkness, preceded by a ring with a diamond on it to say the universe loves you, and that the light will banish your darkness, go well young Joe and know we think of you and with you, Yours Ian.T

Thank you. Ian. wish I had

Thank you. Ian. wish I had your optimism.Too many things which suddenly threaten my well being, lot of pain and confined to my apartment alone. Each chore is monumental/ No one to count on.. .

Joe

Although you are totally responsible for your own life and the choices you make, always remember that there are many people that walk with you no matter how you feel about life and being as you are.
You are part of the whole no matter what.
Even that single tree in the desert that Loved talks of is a part of the whole and should it go away the whole species would be worse off,
Just think on, that tree has come from millions of years of survival to grow where it is, as with you, there from you stretching back for ever is Joe, he survived for that ever and now well what can I say.
Life is so hard Joe, but it is a responsibility that we take on it is called being, you know that even in your isolation, you have many friends that care, and I bet that if you wrote down the names of all the people that would miss you should you leave, it would not be a short list, if you told the truth to yourself.
So can we please have some themes and writing from you that is up there where the best are I know you are capable of that,
Yours as always Ian.T

Most of my family is gone and

Most of my family is gone and many friends have moved on or passed on..There are circumstances that isolate you---I have no car and depend on others to do my grocery shopping and take me to doctors, etc. These are strangers . My family moved out of Florida and left me behind. We all were very close, but out of sight,out of mind. The loss of independence is devastating.

Excellent metaphor...I wish I

Excellent metaphor...I wish I had thought of it first. I hope you'll expand this story. More detail even if the details stay vague in their form. You have your idea, the foundation is built. Now if you see fit let's put walls and a roof to protect you from the creatures that creep

your choice

your choice
of growing with loneliness
as a tree abounds in a deserted land
with winds blowing up only sand
and then there in the midst of an oasis
widens a mirage
as it blanks the mind

you chose loneliness
to that hopeful mirage ,
which draws mankind towards it

perhaps twas no mirage
but an apparition of mind
in the deepest darkest and solitary refines
which make you
melancholy and depressiveness design

the choice was yours
to save your penny,
as the ones were staring at your money

you left them far behind
also with no company

the choice was yours!