A Look Inside

This is a poem from many years ago, long before I was on meds. I wrote a lot of very dark stuff during those years, and was quite prolific. Interestingly, once my mind was on a more even keel, the writing tapered off. And I’m fine with that.

Despair

The rain and wind

only make my feet cold.

What is it

that turns my heart

to ice?

I’m a lost soul.

Who will find me?

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Hello!

Are you lost too?

It’s only a mirror.

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I’m surrounded

by panes of cold glass.

Some one!

Break them!

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My spirit is gone.

Only an empty shell

is left behind.

Some day, someone may find it

and say,

“This must have been a person, once.”

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dljbinder2003