Dark Puzzles

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  • Melanooch
  • quotes..."I can see the humorous side of things and enjoy the fun when it comes; but look where I will, there seems to me always more sadness than joy in life." ~ Jerome K. Jerome

Dark Puzzles

I open my eyes and all I see is darkness, I can't make out which way is up or down.
I'm stuck with no light to guide me.
I wonder how long I will be trapped here, unable to move or see, unable to see how much damage is done.
I keep wondering how I always seem to descend into this pit of despair.
The darkness consumes me and leaves me with an overwhelming sense of dread.
I feel defeated and unworthy and alone.
I know that I am surrounded by love and light, but I have fallen too deep inside this chasm to be able show anyone the true nature of how I feel.
I am functioning without any real emotions; I am a hollow skin just surviving on instinct and repetitive motions.
I am not beyond repair or am I; I keep asking myself when will these feelings finally be put to rest.
My brain is broken into a million piece puzzle of one color, I can't make any sense of it and I know it will take me forever to finally have it all together.
Everyone sees me for this strong person, and I am strong on the outside, I am a robot… I just need power to make me move.
Inside I am a useless lump, unable to stand strong on my feet.
I don’t understand why I seem to always fall into this place of desolation.
I am a rational woman; I understand what I need to do, I just can't see.
I am in a trench of utter blackness.
I will create my own light and crawl out, but I will have to spend some time here to heal and start to put the puzzle together.

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Phoenix9 commented on Dark Puzzles

05-11-2009

well written a 10 for sure

Melanooch

07/07/2009

thank you!

WordSlinger commented on Dark Puzzles

03-17-2009

I hope they are big peices.

Melanooch

07/07/2009

thanks!

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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