The rainfall is all inside my hat but my hands still get wet
the teeming beetles that made yesterday’s silly torture
have all died to a plain grey stillness right to the horizon
I have my back against a pillar and I am trying to stay alive
When you asked me yesterday two and two made four
and my steady heartbeat could be counted in minute ticks
today I can’t see the numbers or the names for banalities
and I can’t make myself hear the remembered rhythm
nothing rhymes
nothing chimes
nothing makes steps upwards towards the light or warmth
I am alone in a world which thinks I belong and fit with it
Here are the bars of my cage which I can’t even feel
only my fists are shaking and raging against this prison
and I am so tired I am grateful of a cold wall to lean against
there is a hissing in my head like air escaping from a tyre
and maybe that is my own voice telling me to leave home
what does it say
anyway?
In a list
A contest entry
- Prompt 16 entries Up to 20 lines by mysticstorm.
475 points, ended April 6, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I don't know what to say. I'm speechless and slightly welled up.
Paul
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This is precisely how depression feels, except for one thing... in a depressed state you can't write a single line.
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Thank you
I'm crying not in a bad way but that I understood. I suffer from this pain or I think I do. Your poem inspires me in such a way. You were able to express what I go through, very painful yet so helpful. Thank you for all the kind words and help with everything. This poem will be in graved into my soul!
Living Dead Girl 626
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{nodding} There was a clue or two in your own writing. I am glad this one spoke to you.
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Congratulations on your award
and thank you for sharing some deep life feelings.
Blessings,
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A feeling shared by more in this world than should be...your imagery and description are so very strong and deep...I hope it helps others understand...excellent write...
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Thank you. I am glad you liked it.
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Thank-you for this. Those of us lucky enough not to suffer the problem ourselves need help in understanding those that do.
I hope you have done that for me here.
Vividly terrifying poetry.
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It is hellishly difficult to describe, and sometimes I feel that the language of poetry (particularly free verse) is a good way to attempt it.
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Some of your images I recognize, some I don't, but mostly scary, mostly grey.
Thanks for sharing...Sue
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What a wonderful tale you weave. Like all your poetry, you captivate the reader while painting vivid images in the mind.
Love,
Amera
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maybe it just says : "stop and smell the roses" ...
mari - on
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I am just sitting here watching the two pictures morph... your avatar and the one in your comment... soothing... feel better already.
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must be the coffee and biscuits ...
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