The piper plays a sad lament,
the melancholy soundtrack to his life.
Evanescent memories languidly flooding his mind,
Loneliness his constant companion.
In its shadow a symphony of unruly
emotions run wild.
Time casts him loose,
Thirsting for respite,
Dark secrets his only sustenance.
A lonely existence on the edges awaits him,
As an orchestra plays its sad melody,
It speaks to his heart.
A cacophony of thoughts battle his existence,
Willing him into submission,
Backing him into a cul de sac of depression.
Decrepit heart coming undone,
He lies to himself, maladroitly.
Unable to disguise the repugnant
reflection that stares back at him.
Grotesque and shrill the sounds pierce him,
Mortally wounding his soul.
Strength ebbing, he sinks,
Then the light …. tunnels end!
(I guess I wanted to write something dark as a stark contrast to earlier offerings, the idea was to play with certain words and see what I could make of them …. let's put this down to another exercise in wordplay and attempting to find some kind of style)
All of us at one time or another will have found ourselves battling with some kind of depression, often we fail to recognise the symptoms or more likely we bury our heads under the sand and hope it will all go away.
For those who find themselves in such a position please talk to someone and do not be afraid to ask for help
© 2015 Ak.Han