Poetry Blog by Rich (depression)
on Mug (Mon, 18 Jun 2018 09:19 am)
I wish to be heard. To bridge the divide
auto-ostracising me from common
experience. Common understanding,
inclusion and collusion in present’s
moment. I think ahead what response my
actions engender. My words carefully
based: precision vocabulary I
once envied – recycled at will,
effect calculated. For reflection
on me, upping my status, ...
Thursday 24th August 2017 9:02 pm
Black Dog. Stalking me. Matching
every step. Haunting
my shadow. Nanometre
My psyche cringes. Ruin’s
proximity creeping fear
into me. One false move. One
trip. One fall. One turn against
the flow, the stalking dog bites.
And I press on. Walk with fear
behind me. I’ve been knocked down.
I’ve got up. I’ve re-built lives....
Wednesday 2nd August 2017 8:53 am
Defies any logic of control.
Mind-channel's pelt through anxious nonsense.
Peace a distant thought,
Foreign land. And there is no place to hide.
No breakwater, behind which
find lulling calm.
This torrent is totality,
whose subject matter
majors upon all those memories,
Sunday 14th May 2017 6:42 pm