19:07

I am the twisted shades of hell

Every human profanity in flesh

I am the wanton desires of man

That can no longer feel its breath
I am lost in self loathing

Seeing all these hands have wrought

Forsaken in hopeless anguish

Buried by these abysmal thoughts
The isolation of a crowded room

Heartless malice devoid of dreams

A feast for a murder of crows

Silence measured in endless screams

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depressionistheenemy · 2016-09-05

This poem rolls really well off the tongue. I especially liked the following line:

'The isolation of a crowded room'

To those who do not suffer with some kind of mental illness this might ostensibly seem like a contradiction in terms. But for those of us that do, it makes a lot of sense. The mind is a powerful thing.