Here's a poem I wrote. I won't give any background information since I would like to see how the reader interprets it into what they think it means. It's one of my other poems about people who are undergoing depression, and how much of a mess they feel like. (Sorry if that last sentence made no sense.)
Trapped In My Own Mind
Stomach churning,
Eyes burning,
Thoughts; scattered,
Clothes; tattered.
The walls
Are closing in.
I can't seem to find a door.
My heart's throbbing:
Painfully,
I can't take it
Anymore.
Every single
Limb,
Has a mind of its
Very own.
My throat sounds a
Cough.
And from my lips
Becomes a moan.
My heart is
Racing,
And my brain seems
Out of order.
My lungs are tightning
Inward,
And my breath
Is getting
Shorter.
This purposeless life
Is coming to
An end.
All it ever needed,
Was a true; caring friend.
I know the structure was a litte mixed up, and blended from short poems with one word lines to long, descriptive poetry. I hope you enjoyed it!
Note: Happier poems on their way.
