Depression
Walking...walking...walking,
on this endless road of sorrow,
sometimes I will see a light,
it usually passes me by,
at times it will engulf me but it can only take me so far,
my dreams keep me walking but soon they will stop and I will stop walking,
and be left in the dark
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Pathway | 1 | 02/18/2010 |
| Dance Of Darkness and Light | 0 | 02/18/2010 |
| Love Is But A Dream | 1 | 02/10/2010 |
| No More Sympathy | 1 | 02/09/2010 |
| Fight For Happiness | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Want | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Sad Strokes | 1 | 02/09/2010 |
| Loveless | 0 | 02/09/2010 |
| Zero Expectations | 3 | 02/09/2010 |
| My Sweet Lauralai | 1 | 02/08/2010 |
| Worldly Malice | 0 | 02/08/2010 |
| Depression | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
| The Breakup | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
| Afterthought | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
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