Watching

It’s not the outside world I fear most; it’s the inside one, the one so near that disturbs me. Everything burns. The heart. The soul. The thoughts that can find no solace in a world drenched with blood and flame and not a cloud in the sky to rain down purifying waters so desperately needed.…

The End Of Love

I had a dream in which I was personally witness to the wars and massacres around the world, to the bloodstained greed and lust backing these atrocities, to the races spewing hate against hate while labeling themselves “victim,” to the injustices against women and by women, to the young men who are left affected with…

Recession

I’d cry if I could be sad, shout if I could be mad, expect something different if different wasn’t always the same. I’d sing a tearful song, hold a note just as long as I can hold a smile that means nothing to me or you. When the day comes ‘round light is no longer…

Waiting Room

I’m too old I look too young I’m too depressed A song already sung I’m too unmotivated I’m too sad My better times Are only a fad I’m alone too much I have too little When I think My thoughts are brittle I speak too clearly Say what’s on my mind And people become Much…

Friend

Sometimes I hear people say, “Depression is a disease.” This is normally said either by normal people or by people who have been convinced by normal people that what they have is wrong. But I’ve learned to be grateful for the wrong I have and the wrong I am. If I didn’t fall into depression,…

31-Day Poem: Day Twelve

In a Smothering for Inner Peace She bears walls of her own. For that I’m glad, though behind her smile rumbles a storm of sad. I wish to turn away, I truly do, but her ache calls to me in a desperate hue. I wish to turn away; this is what must be. How can…

My Reflection

My reflection stares clear back at me even when I’m not looking in a mirror. All I have to do is close my eyes to gaze into my eyes, to confront the worse side of me who may not be as bad as he appears. Maybe I’m seeing myself as I wish others would. He…

Of What

I dream of crying of breaking down of uncontrollable tears of someone who was here and now is not and watches over me and finally understands too late what I go through what I experience what I feel too late getting here was hard I dream of crying being here is hard I dream of…

Symbiosis

How can I be anything more than someone in need of the rain? When there’s no one here beside me, no one to listen to my pain? If I speak to the clouds, maybe words will be captured in each drop. And they’ll spread out across the Earth, from sideways and bottom to top. She’ll…

Bear Canvas

There are things people do and things people say they sensibly believe make me feel better. But they make me feel worse. And worse. And worse. And worse. All I can do is paint a smile for them. And paint. And paint. And paint. I am an artist.