Depressed 1
Depressed 1
Jul 13, 2023

Laughing

I can hear the laughing from behind

It echoes through the chambers of my mind

The mist rises, bringing tears to my eyes

All that I wish for, fate seems to deny

My feet are trapped in the quicksand of time

Each day on my face there appears another line

Memories fading away slowly from my head

Each night I find it harder to remember what I said

Pain chases after me like a rabid dying hound

Please bury me beneath holy, forgotten ground

Please cover me under unholy unforgiving dirt

That is the only way I know how to hide my hurt

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

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Region, Country: Southwest United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe

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