It’s a numb feeling
Something hollow
When you know there’s no hope for the country
No chance for a better tomorrow
What will we do?
I’m not quite sure
What will happen next?
Only God knows for sure
Tag: depression
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Inside your spring blossom
The heart is locked away
Caged up like the songbird
Inside these insidious wallsThat far-away gaze tells me
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So much about your broken spirit
The night you swallowed the pills
The screaming and cryingShare this:
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Depression is a liar
It tells me nasty things
These negative thoughts I acquire
And the despair it bringsBut my friends always say
This too shall pass
Though it’s wretched today
I faintly see a half-full glassWhen I feel disconnected
Not much seems to help
I’m not sure what I expected
Or when it will stopMusic is my healing balm
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And so is my writing
They help me stay calm
With the negativity I’m fightingShare this:
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I. Relativity
Have you noticed?
The homeless population is increasing
In the LA tent encampments
Surrounded by luxury cars
They plan to change the world
They are our only hopeAt night, they bake beans over trash-can fires
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Tell stories of their downfalls
And imaginary triumphs
Then they cuddle up in their tents
And scream into the void
They are met with silenceShare this:
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During winters of discontent
It’s imperative to remember
That I’m not a malcontent
And all I must do is surrenderSurrender to the sky and the sea
And throw my body in the ocean
The water washes over me
The salty air is like a potionThere was a time in my life
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When I was in a straight-jacket
And I left the hospital foaming at the mouth
And was met with intolerable colorsShare this:
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I once wanted total control, until that day
Everything spun in a mad frenzy, and I lost my grip
On sanity – leaving me locked away
Without a say on anything and everythingYes, this has happened many times before
And the illusion of control always surges back
I try to ignore that monster in my head
To restore my equilibrium
To reach a place that’s solid, that has a foundation
That doesn’t constantly crackBut maybe that last madness was too much
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And it knocked me to the ground for good
Maybe I’ve truly lost touch
With a reality that’s wholesome and goodShare this:
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Chance at redemption
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Every day, new journeys
But desire is gone
Replaced by resignation
Life as drab with no colorShare this:
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But must I confess how I liked him
Though he pointed the gun at my head
And told me to give up the charade
Of pretending to enjoy this lifeHe was tall, slender like
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The Slender Man, gruff like
People your mother told you
Not to associate with – scoundrelsShare this:
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