Darkest Depths, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled

I've seen the darkest depths now.
Kept visiting tones of midnight,
thought there couldn't be any more ink
to stain my heart
 but I was wrong.
There is a shadow darker
than all those that have haunted you.
A cold, unforgiving shade of black
 called suicide.
Until you have stood
sheathed in in,
draped in it,
permeated by it,
 you have seen nothing.

I was but a writhing corpse
stabbed by naked truth,
 devastating despair.
Nothing but tears 
and ragged sobs,
 shreds of words.
I wanted out so desperately.
But there was still
the slightest gossamer thread
 of hope.

I still wade through the waters,
 still caught in the undertow.
I glance back at the centre
of the black lake
 and close my eyes.

"I loved not wisely
but too well." - Othello.





Posted: 2009-10-05 08:31:54 UTC

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