getting worse
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notes on Getting Worse: it's the story of depression - each stanza represents a different frame of mind, the different "steps"
Getting Worse
got an ice cold
resolution
to rid my heart
of this pollution
crumbling dreams
bury me in former
aspirations
and there's nothing
that can be done

hollow love is my
pride and joy
to hurt even more
is all i look foreward for
crushed beneath
one single mistake
haunted by promises
i did not break

and courage
is a stranger
so i won't stay here
for much longer
if my heart rips
once more
in my vacant soul
i'll have to go

to a new revalation

opening my eyes
to the world
there is no surprise
only misery and lies
this burning desire
that destroys my
insides
continues to scar
unrestrained

a knowing stare
stops the world
i've learned all i can
it's no better to fare
alone
if i'm driven insane
by my pain
will you stand by my side?

controlling
insufficient rage
brings me down
to a lower level
in a pit
of despair
just let the torture
kill me once more

and bury me alone

no one to stand
up to
no one to hold
as if i would
sell a soul
that's already been sold
i'm already alone
so abandonment
cannot bother me

a last ambition
holds no proof
holds no use
a last passion
for the macabre
brings me closer
to what is my final
loss

comfort comes
from unusual sources
the black viel
that is closing
on me
brings a peace
i have been away from
what will i miss out on

now that i'm gone?

~erika boal
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