Poems from Lady-Greene
If you've read my stuff, you may find it hard to believe I'm not a completely morbid conversationalist.
What I've posted is stuff I've written for myself, mostly as a coping strategy for my depression. I've decided to share it because while I was recovering I remember I used to read other's poetry and weep. Deep, chest-wracking sobs. I cried out of identification, I knew that feeling.
Knowing you're not alone, as clichéd as it sounds, is very useful - or at least was to me. Maybe I can help others feel that, who knows?
I can’t say that I understandthe significance of what I say and allthat’s never destinedto echo. Life appears
To be a seriesof echoes, a...
What am I?You askA truthweaver dear youthMy truth
I hope you never hear
Silverline their dreamsProvide me something worth keepingIf not to cherishA simple avoidance of loathingPerhaps
Stray from a pathI am...