Day Thirty: Still

Clearly I didn’t finish NaPoWriMo on time this year, so big apologies to all those who followed me all the way through- you know who you are! Thank you for your patience, and here is the very last instalment, albeit rather late. Enjoy, and please follow my Main Blog if you want to keep up with me until next April. Thanks!

Still

I cringe when the phone

Goes off when I’m alone

The ring tone that tells me

Soon I’ll be unhappy

Because it’s never good news;

He’s the bringer of blues

Harbinger of doom

Grimness and gloom

Still

I resist replying

Though insides are dying

To say how I feel

Let lists unreel

Words are curses thrown

From winds not yet blown

Storms not brewed

Civil yet rude

Still

I laugh, put the phone down

And remember how good life is

Without him around.

Day Twenty Seven: Writing After Midnight

It’s half one

And I’m updating the blog

Should be sleeping like a log

Or some other cliche…

It’s after half one

And the poems are down

But I still seem to frown

My brain shouts ‘Touché!’

It’s nearly two

And I’ve nothing to do

Should be cuddling you

Avoiding the fray.

It’s two

Can I sleep

Not a peep

Please may?

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 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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