Friday, January 16, 2015

Singing a Broken Song

Depression by Sabine Sauermaul

Music has been torn apart in my mind. 
My mood is dead, 
sacrificed to absent light and noise. 
I pray for numbness 
yet still seek something more, 
a file to smooth 
the rough edges of my life. 
I race forward 
into the holy tangle of shade, 
forever carrying 
the mistakes of yesterday, 
my memories lingering 
alongside the space 
of silent dread.

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