If all the doors are closed
And curtains drawn
If there is no light
And all is dark
There must be
A way out,
Surely?
Tag depression
Black Dog
The demons attack
My mind, I try and
Shake them off, but
They hold on tight
I cry for freedom, let
Me go, but they don’t
My sword is not strong
Enough to kill them
And so I live, I survive
With the demons in my
Mind
Panic
My chest tightens
As I curl up into a ball
I seek refuge
Under the covers of my bed
Anticipating the waves of life
To crash over me
I cannot dream without my dreams
Morphing into nightmares
I feel my panic rise
Along with the beats of my heart
I’m scared to sleep
I’m scared to wake
I’m scared to eat
I’m scared to work
So I curl up further
And wish myself away
Depression
Pluck me from my life
And fly me far away from here
From all my daily strife
I’d rather be unknown
I’d rather sleep alone
In my nightly dreams remain
Than everyday to feel
This lifelong endless pain
Stolen Words
My anxiety has risen
Taking with it the words
That so freely flowed
A Poem
A dark, heavy blanket lies over my being
I don’t want to eat, or drink, or laugh, or sleep
I don’t want to dream for I know
The morning will rise and I will be burdened with
A shadow
Following me
Watching
Spying
Lurking
Preying
I pray that the night will not end
I pray
That my dreams will grant me peace
For the torment of the day coupled with the torment of the night is too much for my soul to bear
I remember my past
And dark days
Interspersed with nights so cruel
I try to escape the waves threatening to break over me
But crippled with fear
I cannot move
More of You
Tears escape from my eyes
Leaving trails of salt
Etched on my face
As thoughts of you
Fill my mind and leave
Me wanting more of you
Perfect Day
I’ve spent a few years
Looking outside of me
Yearning
For some company
To fill an internal need
Externally
Not that easy always
For friends to conjure up
Magically
So I picked up a pen
That is – my hands and began to type
Consistently
And what I’ve found
Is that I’ve started to heal
Miraculously
I am no longer looking
To fill a void to
Band-aid me
So now my perfect day
Would be to visit myself
Internally
To spend some time
Learning to paint a little
Artfully
I’ve booked on a course
To learn concepts of design
Visually
So I can write
And when I’m done I can
Graphically
Turn my writing
Into books that can keep others
Company
And to drink, some sparkling water
With ice and lemon and bubbles
Please!
No sparkling water but this will work!
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/still-or-sparkling/
Best Ironic Life Moment
All the hurt
All the pain
Cutting so deep
Into my heart
Into my life
Have all found their way
Out of my mind
Out of my head
How ironic to find
In the depths of soul pain
No further ache
But balm for my wound
A gift so free
Given to me
Where I can express
Myself so easily
And it helps me now
Every day
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/oh-the-irony/
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