something
someone
please
push me
over the edge
of my disillusionment
to something
to someone
inspiring
propelling me
to care
again
back to being in awe
back to wanting more
back to love
it’s empty here
Tag: depression
Hidden Inside
panic manifesting
cover required
inside
the world’s gone dark
protection needed
inside
this mental cushion
thoughts held close
inside
blocking out
all the noise
inside
sheltered
by this liquid insulation
inside
Rust
injurious thoughts
penetrating a tired mind
the head’s fabric torn
Plot Twist
Life
sometimes
has to change
very quickly.
A needed renovation for the soul.
Status Quo
ALL the communities they stomp on have been pounded down long enough.
As the oppressed, we’ve seen and taken abuse in all forms.
Many have died.
We’ve watched and endured their childish ways.
And been on the receiving end of their vile behavior for way too long.
Suffered too much.
The oppressors – all shapes, colors, and forms – have ignored decency for an eternity.
The torture, the depravity, the madness of their control must end.
It is ENOUGH!
Things must change for the better.
We’re done with going two steps forward and six back.
There is no place for them at the table of civility.
ALL who they deem disposable will have their revolution.
They’ve pushed them too far.
There is a storm coming.
It’s time to clear out the rot.
Return the evil to the rocks from under which they crawled out.
May we learn to never repeat the sins of our past.
And may the nefarious never return…
Truth
It’s the place underneath the obvious.
I wanna go deep.
Time to overcome this unease.
I wanna be still.
To excise the superficial, project the truth.
I wanna be real.
To let the music carry me on its wings.
I wanna feel free.
Reveal the tenderness and compassion buried in my pain.
I wanna be me…
I wanna to be happy.
Ugly Ways
Silent deception
Confident chicanery
You smiling bastard
Hard hit to the heart
Foreign reality now
Weight of lies broke me
Forever altered
Gazillion hurt pieces
Difficult to breathe
Difficult to live
Struggling to survive in pain
Dark for a long time
Weary
Life
took a
toll today,
pushing me hard.
Intense emotions wore me down again.
Adrift
In
pain and
in darkness,
needing numbness
or release. Battling for air, or life?
Hopelessness
In the clutches of this mental sinkhole, forced effort my only ally.
My day is silent, slow tears and exhaustion.
The bed, my refuge.
This world feels so far removed from inside my womb of despair.
Dark, alone and unwell.
I need to stop sinking.
Or eventually, I will float.
