feelings
a child’s laughter
a glass as it shatters
a silent goodbye
things that could make me cry
butter as it melts
the tiny magic which is dealt
the sun as it sets
could bring one peace, I bet
the touch of a wilted rose
the cold winter blows
hate where a person gains
this causes me great pain
a black lonely hallway
the feeling at the end of a rough day
the walls are closing in, you can’t see
Death has taken hold of me
SEG
4/30/88
*Most of the poetry posted on my website was written during my teens and twenties. There are a few exceptions but typically I find myself wanting to journal regularly and write poetry if inspired. Poetry has been my therapist during many trying times. I have decided to post these poems because it reflects my history with suicidal depression and the struggles I encountered trying to cope with life and depression.
