Morbidity Poem by Paul Weidner
Morbidity
Morbid thoughts and death desires burning flesh and rings of fire.
Life of pain no ground to gain..look in my mind and you will find the halls of hell with blood drenched walls
The end in sight I lose the fight....
My enemy.. My self.. Will die alone...
A battlefield of lies pools of bloody gore and swarming flies... At the center of it all a love is lost a soul departed..
All that's left is the broken hearted..
How much one gives to try and cope..
Is there nothing left but a death called dope..
Morbid thoughts and death desires burning flesh and rings of fire
Life of pain no ground to gain..look in my mind and you will find the halls of hell with blood drenched walls
The end in sight I lose the fight....
Slicing my veins my arteries..
Blood pumping and splashing across the floor..
I come a knockin on Death's door..
Will he let me in..
Will he shut me out..
Morbidity is what I shout..
Morbid thoughts and death desires burning flesh and rings of fire
Life of pain no ground to gain..look in my mind and you will find the halls of hell with blood drenched walls
The end in sight I lose the fight....
The end is near..
Death's Angel here..
A call to souls but who will go..
It's time to watch the final show..
I've taken the fall given it all..
Morbid I am...
The son of Sam
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5/18/2024 6:20:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Deep depression - a total loss of sunshine of a soul at its lowest ebb of existence, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction from inner recesses of the heart with conviction. An insightful depiction of depression at its worst. Thanks for sharing Paul. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.