My hope forever tethered to the bottom of Pandora's box
That feeling much too foreign to me once again is lost
I cling to every moment... every minute as though my last
I search for signs of hope each day but go to bed without
After the hard work to retrieve it and the inner battles waged I now shed my tears in private to ashamed to share my pain
I envy all those people content with merely getting by
To live a life so hopeless has left me numb and dead inside
This vessel forever hollow until it's lowered to the grave
Has karma finally caught up to me or am I just no longer brave
About the Creator
Natalie Riley
I have been writing poetry for approximately 8 years now that mostly pertains to my own feelings and experience with depression and life. I've decided to try sharing it with the world as I know others that struggle will "get it."
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