Category: Depression: moderate
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Nothing There
I went back to read your words But they aren’t there They aren’t to be found The website says Nothing here There’s nothing there Was there ever? If I can’t read the words I can’t be sure I ever knew you You always knew I was of flightly, flimsy flesh So why take the words…
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beauty sleep
When the petals died and the stem drooped, I slept Sleeping beauty sleep I awoke to gold Light too bright You offered me a dim corner When you drooped and died, Gold was gilded with light There is no sleeping beauty sleep now
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Nine Petals of Poppy
I saw you today, my love I turned my face to the sun And for a moment, I was surrounded by the gift of your love For a moment, I remembered only your life and not my grief Only sweetness, like a field of poppies Wild and true
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Trilogy of 10-line Poems
Between Birth and Decay My aunt had cancer. Actually, she still does. It’s just rotting with her bones in an underground cavern. Between birth and decay, it’s the suffering that counts. Malinger away. Two other aunts have cancer now. Don’t they deserve it, never coming to visit never seeing the suffering until the end. More…
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time spent
bored not hurting anybody scrolling through the numbers in my phone I saw the name had forgotten the name already was surprised it was there in my phone when she no longer is here on earth I pressed delete before I could think too much time spent thinking how long will it…
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Coagulation
Coagulated emotions like blood produce clots which travel to your heart and kill you With each beat your pulse weakens as you do over time You will die you know it’s the style in which you go that counts