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A depressing poem
by Ann MillsFeeling lost, worthless
and alone
No pride given
None my own
No respect garnered
or esteemed
Not in this life
it would seem
Things aren't going my way
This turn of the wheel
Best not to care
Not to feel
Feeling like I want
more
But my soul aches
My body's sore
In a whirlpool of self-doubt
I remain
Don't want to spiral
down the drain
I strive to remain
in the sane
The here the now
But not forever
What's at the end of
my spiritual tether?
To what hopes, dreams
am I bound
while spinning around?
In a flash
our lives clash
To what end shall I gain
What source of relief
At the end of my pain? 07/29/2005 Posted on 07/22/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ann Mills
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/07 at 10:13 PM Well, I am reading all your poems and so far this is my favorite. I admire you for writing it and posting it here. It is so hard for me to write when I am depressed, yet it is perhaps the best medicine. My favorite lines: "I strive to remain/
in the sane/ The here the now" When I am feeling crazy that is what saves me. Even when it means being in the pain. Thanks for this soul-revealing piece, my dear. |
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