Alexandra
A poem about being swallowed up by the sorrow. TW for depression and mentions of taking one's own life.
Alexandra was always drowning in
An ocean of her relentless weeping.
Poor child. Will this sorrow ever end?
Alexandra had constantly fallen
Into a pit of endless suffering.
Silly girl. Will you soon be forgotten?
Alexandra always felt so trapped in
Her home, even though she was free to leave.
Simple thing. Have you no ounce of passion?
Alexandra had always forgotten
She didn't need to practice self-loathing.
Poor thing. Will you let your life be eaten?
Alexandra always laid bedridden
And refused to possess a single sweet dream.
Dear Child of Sorrow, please awaken!
Alexandra once wished her life would end,
But then she put together an army
To go to battle with her depression.
Beautiful Warrior. I hope you win.
About the Creator
Catherine Burford
I'm just your everyday Autistic Artist.
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I was able to relate with Alexandra. Loved that powerful ending!