Depression
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Bag of Sorrows
A lament I carry a bag Of sorrows around I was told to not Let it touch the ground For if I did Others may see in And they might see My intense suffering No, there is a rule That must be obeyed I must suffer alone There is no other way Because my sorrow… Continue reading
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Inversion (Part 2 of 3)
A lament Trees suck the breathOut of my lungsGraceful musicCracks my ear drums Citrus fruit soursAnd blackens my tongueBird beaks openAnd suck in my songs Surging flood watersChange soil to sandA wisp of a featherShatters my hand An inverted worldSets its mightTo stop my journeyTo the other side Final part is published on 4th September… Continue reading
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Black Binbag
I saw the disdain In their eyes Their secret contempt As for help, I cried They shook me off Like a damp rag And left me to rot In a black bin bag It was in this decay And in this filth That an important truth Was slowly built That my true value For which… Continue reading
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Ink Monster
I let the ink monster Out of my heart Its form is of dark sorrow Its visage marred Its eight legs sprawl As it uncoils itself And it sneaks across the page With astonishing stealth It leaves a trail Of writhing black ink A kind of pathway That will help me think And as it… Continue reading
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Inversion (Part 1 of 3)
A lament I see cold stars In dark skies Their blue light No warmth provides A black sun rises Radiant dark Light flees into cracks Night is about to start Blue flames lock me Into a pillar of ice Water shoots upwards The ground by clouds dried An inverted worldSets its mightTo stop my journeyTo… Continue reading
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Echoes
Why did the people Trying to help me Sound like the voices Depression sent me? I went to them To be released But they tightened the straps And added a leash The condemnation, the shame The endless berating Why did they echo My internal narration? They thought I was weak And they did not hide… Continue reading
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Thief (repost)
There is a thief Who raids my mind Steals my thoughts My ideas, my time Locks my knowledge away Rips it from my reach Feeds on my files Like a ravenous leech When I try to transmit Expressions of emotions The signal is jammed My throat becomes frozen It even blocks My ability to write… Continue reading
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It’s Not Complicated
A lament There’s nothing complicated here It’s not hard to understand There’s no need to speculate This is not hard to grasp Take a person Work him to the bone Strip him of what he loves And leave him on his own He will dwindle and fade Fall into an abyss Be consumed by exhaustion… Continue reading
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Bleak Landscape (repost)
My mind is a bleak landscape Not by design Scattered with corpses Once dreams of mine A famine came one day It never left It dried my rivers Left me for dead Dust storms roam The sunlight, they cloakI am stalked by fear On hopelessness, I choke I laid my bleakness Before the Lord And… Continue reading
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Treadmill
A lament I am on a treadmill And I dare not stop For a bed of spikes wait If I were to fall off I am in a cruel game A wicked trap Holding a boulder over my toes Until my arms crack If I stop my efforts My mood will fall If I continue… Continue reading
