What is this beast that rises from the sludge?
My friend thinks it’s quite amazing
It’s obvious that I have misjudged
The beast’s insatiable cravings
It has swallowed my family whole
In one terrifying gulp
Now it will not let up control
Our insanity is the result
I clutch my rosary in icy-cold fear
And I pray to my impotent God
Hoping the beast will disappear
And all this heartbreak is a façade
But the beast laughs, tells me it’s hopeless
Addiction and mental illness now reign
The beast has total control of us
Our world is now his domain
Years of therapy didn’t quite help
So, I decided to make the beast my friend
Every time the beast rebels
It’s his darkness that I transcend
8 responses to “The Darkness That I Transcend (a poem)”
This is really powerful.
Thanks, Ashley 🙂 I think it aligns with what you say a lot about depression. Trying to accept it and just let it pass. It’s a technique I’ve been trying a lot lately, instead of fighting against it. It’s like a force of nature and fighting it is like swimming against the tide sometimes.
Absolutely.
Dark and beautiful.
Also an utterly helpless feeling.
Don’t fight it…
Thank you, Terveen! How is the new website going? I am going to check out some stories today.
Thanks Nick. It’s pretty good. Please visit and hope you like what you read.
You’ll be up soon. 🙂
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