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Day Twenty Four: Ants
Day Seventeen: Moors
Day Sixteen: Only the Mountain
I climbed a mountain
Day Fourteen: Arguing with Myself
Why are you mean to me?
Day Four: Bad Day
I cast around to find the fly in ointment on the floor
A stain indeed; a broken reed that sings my tune no more.
A blackened spot; out! Out, I say! But scrubs and scrapes all fail,
While waters fall and bile meets gall and dirty eyes plain wail.
…Oh how I need to stem the reed and sing aloud again…
Day Twenty Seven: Black Swan
Captured forever on water
Now so still
Then rippling with life
Gifted by wind
Airy heartbeats
Thrumming beneath
Your ebony breast.
Smooth and slow
A stately slide
Across this breathing pond.
Yet beneath the chuckling surface
I know too well
Your legs are tired
Pushing, pulling, forcing back
The endless current.
Day Twenty Six: Shake
Shake the blackened curtain on this stage
Where tread the actors of a tired play
That bores a mocking audience away
The doors slam hard with twisted turgid rage
Shake the curtain, knock the dust out; grey
And thick on the cracked floor of this cage.
But hark; bird song filters through the beams
And a shaft of compromising light
Landing lyrically on boards now bright
Crippling the nauseating night
Lifting my dreams.
Day Seventeen: The Mercurial Mind
Today’s prompt was to write a poem involving at least three senses to describe something. Having had an emotional few days, I decided to paint a sensory portrait of my mind as it feels to me when depression is trying to take grip.
Remember, if you feel down or depressed, try not to suffer in silence if at all possible. See your GP, speak to a family member or trusted friend, or if you have no one to turn to call 08457909090 to speak to The Samaritans in the UK or in the USA visit http://www.samaritansusa.org/contact.php for contact details. If anyone wants to add more, please do in the comments below. Depression and anxiety are treatable and manageable, with the right support, but don’t let anyone ever tell you your condition is not serious; only you know how you feel, and the treatment has to be tailored for you and you alone.
Mercurial mind
You are the smell of burning tyres
And stale wine
You are the sting of static wires
And pure lime
You are the roar of hurricanes
And dead lines
The hum of no one
The ache of loneliness
The burn of uncertainty
For no certain reason
Mercurial mind
You lost me before
I ever lost you.
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