Posts Tagged ‘Depression’

I often feel,
I’m surrounded by insects,
Moths specifically,

They flutter in office spaces,
Flitter sullenly about suburbs,
And drift carelessly along sidewalks,

They commune briefly,
Then fly on,
Towards their each own light,

We’re all moths you know,
We flutter about on frail wings,
Fragile aimless things,

We don’t even know we’re doing it,
We all have different wings,
Yet we all strive towards the same thing,

Towards a light,

At least we believe it’s the sun,
But as we draw closer,
The sun is peculiarly crypt-shaped.

Advertisements

Weights of the world,
All of its horrors,
All of its madness,
All of its problems,
All of its stresses.

It bears down upon me,
Crushing me,
Compressing me,
My muscles inevitable fail me,
I’m not Atlas.

Cracks start to show,
I fear that I’m doomed,
Can I have a ray of sunshine?
I’m far from a titan,
I’m not Atlas.

Atlas

When the bitter times come,
Like a winter in your life,
You may retreat into your mind,
You may board a dark train of thought,
Its windows blackened,
And smokestack spouting your old secrets.

It’s a runaway train,
Soaring along serpentine rails,
Built upon things you did and didn’t do,
Promises kept and promises broken,
Ideas fair and ideas forbidden,
It runs unabated despite your protests.

You descend further,
Your thoughts contort as if alive,
You travel further down the carriages,
Its booths full of lost souls,
You watch as your hope and optimism hurtle past,
Like stations bypassed.

Your train of thought surges forth,
Bleak and pitiful,
There is no getting off.

Train

A sudden crash,
Like the opening of heavy clouds,
A heartbreak,
A tragedy,
Perhaps a betrayal?
It’s like the rain pours upon you,
Even in glorious sunlight.

Even as the sun bears down,
You feel drenched in sorrow,
Soaking wet with shame,
Dripping with guilt,
Seething like a drowned rat,
The downpour is in your head,
But it stings nonetheless.

Getting dry again is the challenge,
The drips are scars in your head,
You can’t simply drain the sadness away,
It’s not easy to evaporate pain,
The rain cascading down is in your head,
The rain is imaginary,
But it can still drown you.

Irain