A week or so ago, I had a really good conversation with a great friend of mine. We talked about poetry and different styles of writing. He encouraged me to try something completely different – and quite foreign – not rhyming!!!
live life
Sounds simple enough doesn’t it? Ha ha … although it was quite foreign, it wasn’t as tough as I thought it would be. It was much easier to “paint a picture”, so to speak, without having to worry about the rhyme.
The subject though, that is something I have covered before. Depression is something we all feel, on occasion. This poem is a little different, though. Or, at the very least, it felt different while I was writing it – and it still feels different as I read it. It is more about the recognition of what is happening and the desire to leave it behind. It’s kind of like pulling yourself up by your bootstraps.
Prison Called Depression
Devastation and pain circulates through my veins like a poison.
As it courses deeper and deeper into my core
It thickens my blood until it feels like molasses
It strips me of my warmth, my depth, and of my humanity
Like a shell, empty of any trace of whom I used to be
Lacking the happiness and enthusiasm for life that was once there
Now only torment, agony and anger are left
I need to be infused
Infused with the light that used to surround me
An injection of hope that I am missing
A dose of the happiness that used to exist
But all I can do is sleep … and cry
The pain too deep, the heartache too much
How can I break this cycle of madness?
How do I cure myself from this disease?
I know there is an antidote out there
There has to be a way out of this maze of distress
To replace the syrup that is running through my arteries
Replace it with the blood that used to carry happiness
Like nutrients for my consciousness
To bring an end to this melancholy
Life should not be a chore
It is something to be savored
It shouldn’t be something you suffer through
But rather blessed with joy and delight
It is time to bring love and life back to me
It is time to set myself free of this prison
This prison called depression
Wonderful….as usual COlleen. I love this style and I think you should do more of it! Excellent
Colleen, now that you have me so flustered as to what I really want to say, HaHa,(after personally calling you) that was the best poem you have written, I read it twice and it is beyond deep and so explicit with truth, the words you chose are perfect. You mite as well deal with it, I am your favorite fan and I am older so a little respect please, you are TALENTED!!!
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