Untitled Word of the Day Poem #18

***I am in no way feeling this way. It is based on remembrance of last year’s depression time.***

Feelings of weariness

Sunk deep in the grey mimosa

My lips are moving

Though I cannot hear a sound. 

Crackles

Flames formed at my feet

Tenacious

Claws sink deep

Clown’s mask

Hides the bitter smile

Puffy eyes

Vacancy unable to hide

That is not me

The me hidden within

Sore

Bruised

Battered

Scorched cheeks

I fall to my knees

Head hung low

Wishing for death’s peace. 

 

Feb. 13/19