Distorted Faces


Distorted Faces

Distorted faces

Shadowed beings

Bloody traces

Demons singing.

A hallowed ground

Not a single sound

But a dreadful scream

Within this dream.

They scratch, they tare

At me with out a care.

They want my soul,

I just want to let go...

Give up and leave,

Allow them to have me.

But I am still alive

And they still try.

If only this was a dream

And everything wasn't as it seems.

But it is real, it's how I feel

And if only my mind would finally heal.

I could be happy, I could be free.

I could finally be the real me.

But there are these distorted faces

Following me, bloody traces...


I wrote this poem a long time ago. It's funny when you go back to re-read things and you can actually see how much you've actually have healed in different ways. In some aspects I see now that I have gotten better. In other ways, maybe worse. But I think I have more strength and courage and that's important.

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DrDuchess 5 years ago from Nowheresville

I have felt this way many times. The good thing is, after all is said and done, we live.

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Cresentmoon2007 5 years ago from Caledonia, MI Author

Very true and I think we also see how much stronger we really are as well.

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tnderhrt23 5 years ago

Cresentmoon, I have struggled with depression since the age of 9, so I could really relate. As time passes, and we survive, healing, growth and insight happen as we evolve.

My son, who spent 7 years serving in the Army always tells me, "Mom, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger." I have found that to be true. And through each hurdle and triumph, we become stronger and wiser. Thank you for sharing. It means alot to anyone who has or is struggling with depression to know they are not alone.

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Cresentmoon2007 5 years ago from Caledonia, MI Author

You're welcome. You're son is very right in what he tells you. My brother serves in the army as well. I'm glad that you can relate to this poem and glad that you believe that it will mean a lot, for that is the main reason I share my poetry.

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