Sadness

Woe my heart is weighted down

My soul mourns this corporeal passing

But wrapped in this suffocating fabric I sleep

Interminably, I sleep.

Strength deprived from its vessel

I sit and ponder the words

Spoken by weary men

Whose intentions bring no harm

But a voice assails me as I slumber

The night-born dread appears to me again

And again

And again

And again

It reiterates its corrosive words

The venom dematerializes my mind

I am driven to complete this hardy endeavor

But my spirit feels like it's being wrung dry

O, Mercy for this vessel, I realize I am not alone

Devil's advocates piercing my mind.

The collector never lets me forget my faults.

The tormentor never hides his vehement assault.

The elder never hesitates his deterrent speech.

And I will never be without...

Melody of

Despondency

Displacement from myself

This world to me

Complacency

And I forgotten on a shelf

Give me hope

For greater things

Of future expectancy 

Of light to bring

My life run down

I emerge dragging my feet

And the men that scoff at me

Somehow seem complete

I operate as a disembodied invention of man

Who told me who I was supposed to be.

Give me the quill that I may re-envision myself

Attribute to myself the qualities I see in others:

Fame

Intelligence

Looks

Love

Wealth

Talent

But they are not mine to gain...

Silent voices tell no lies

Just let me shut them off.

Never share my trust again

Only to be forsaken.

'Downtrodden soul

That bellows under moonlight

The world is a contemptuous place.

Why do you persist?'

I have a death wish...

And It groans in me

But though this be my desire

In truth, deep in this mortal den

I sit afraid, a coward.

I am drenched in this pool, but I can't get a grip

In this depressive state, I feel my heart skip.

But the words that transcend this bleak reality

All of a sudden start sinking into me...

“The things that dare to hold you down

The tyrannical grips of the mortal crown

You have no reason to remain in this state

This deepening aguish you must abate.

You were lovingly crafted for better things

Rise and hear the bell of freedom ring

You are attractive, smart, and rich in heart

Do not let depression tear you apart

The recurring lies that grounded men say

Amidst it, you will sprout wings, and fly away.”

                             by Daniel Santiago