is that you?
I plunge to my death
Shadows linger behind me
Could it be you?
I feel I’m getting closer,
Closer to you
I like the comfortable feeling
I’m experiencing
It seems so long since I’ve been near you
I began to fear the distance
I wanted, still want to be with you
I have missed you,
Longed to be with you
I find myself fading from this life
I’m not scared, for I know you’ll be there
You’ll be there to protect me
And we will be together again
I can see but it is very blurry
I’m confused…..
I wonder as a figure is being sketched
Before my eyes
Is that you?
Is that you, Grandma?
I run….
To safety, to love, to you
Oh how I have missed you
Everything is dim
Black
I’m lost
SEG
3/2/91
*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.
