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Longings of the Depressed

February 4, 2013
By SteelersJdog GOLD, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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A damp, cold, scent saturates the room
Silence

His eyes remain focused and unchanged
Thought,

The clouds cast a temporary shadow on the photos
Remorse,

His baseball from his youth lies menacingly in the corner
Dread,

The rocking chair sways in a disturbed tone
Regret,

His hands grasp the elderly seat
Disappointment,

An arctic breeze captures the photos
Fear,

His ring of hers catapults violently into the end
Anxiety,

A furious storm thrusts the baseball into the past
Chaos,

His heart leaves his ancient corpse
Death,

A damp, cold, scent saturates the room
Silence…

© Michelle W., Ada, MI

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Apollo77 PLATINUM said...
on Feb. 26 2013 at 9:18 pm
Apollo77 PLATINUM, Brunswick, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.&rdquo;<br /> &quot;Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.&quot;<br /> -Ernest Hemingway

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I don't like how the flow is broken up with the individual emotions, you know? but on the other hand I love the circular way it flows and I like how I get the whole idea and story with the last words. real interesting, I just wish the flow was smoother
rustyemotions BRONZE said...
on Feb. 26 2013 at 3:53 pm
rustyemotions BRONZE, Queens, New York
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Write hard and clear about what hurts.<br /> -Ernest Hemmingway

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This one gives me goosebumps.
TheCapturedBat GOLD said...
on Feb. 13 2013 at 8:04 pm
TheCapturedBat GOLD, Belen, New Mexico
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If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. <br /> -- Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

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I don't know what to say... this poem is so real and so sad.