Wordle #466

my life’s flow is interrupted
as depression, the heavy chain
drapes me to slow and weigh me down
the black raven caws
will i ever mend
as i circle the drain
calling your name
in this shallow grave
i hear the chime to rebound
but awakening is like wispy lace
no strength and no trace of me here
as i vote silently to remain hidden in tears

Reblog – My darkened eyes by Lance Sheridan

Incredible piece with its reach into the darkness. May we never have to experience it.

Lance Sheridan

This is the sea with its wind whistle, a great obeyance.
Black knotted seaweed hugs my grudge,
I trudge off down the shore as gray storm clouds stoop
From the sky and wet the wall of my existence.

Blind is my smile, empty as the eyes of a blind pianist.
Coldly and soberly, I am lame in a memory
Like a dying tree in an old size
Waving and crutchless, weeping in a wood.

The stone tide ebbs, sucking me in its powdery beak.
Rises so whitely, buffeting my jaw until it was numb;
The washed sheets of my clothes coffin into a
Garbage of shells, all at once razor clams and weedy mussels.

The rim of a last wave sucks me to an undertow,
Stiffened into a rib of sand, pocked white skin,
Glassfuls of salt drowning my tongue;
I acquire air, nobody sees me. I lie beneath the

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Radhika Puttige

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Fear

dark feelings engulf
trepidation clouds senses
imprisons present

Fury

inner core ruptures
scorching lava sizzles out
wreaks crimson umbrage

Void

quintessence consumed
drowned in infernal abyss
extinct emotions

Facade

a veneer disguise
contrived emotions displayed
dubious motives

Forlorn

lonesome soul cringes
a foreboding gloom pervades
silent cry echoes

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Radhika’s writings reflect her thoughts and ruminations on life. While she mostly writes poetry, her blog Radhika’s Reflection is a potpourri of photographs, prose, and musings. She recently published her first book of haiku and poetry titled Eclectic Verses, which is available on Amazon.

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Life Is Off

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moving purposefully
in this small space
determined
idle productivity

everything
and everyone
standing still
while the world shifts

close contact
feels extinguished
but not
the craving

a need for warmth
in a world
that seems to
have gone cold

a temporary situation
they say
hopefully
this depression is too

 

May you all have enough distance to be safe and
connected with sufficient love to remain sane.

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #129

Taking My Temperature

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almost too afraid
to see what the reality is
cutting myself off
to existence
stopping the spread
saving my fellow man

feeling like a hero
hearing of others dying
melancholy interjected with pride
the new reality
is a confusing dichotomy
where do we go from here

self-medicating
holding on by a thread
staying the course
level-headedness
whilst feeling adrift
a unique sign of the times

who knew 2020 would be about a microscopic entity and not the cheeto?

93 Words On Depression

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consciousness
slowly erases the night
this new day
as all the others
remains the same
an abysmal state
rises with her

the sun does its best
yet light barely penetrates
the thoughts filled
with heaviness
too much for her to bear
she closes her eyes again
easily

sleep, the buffer
of the damned
the temporary fix
of the tortured
the escape
a necessary evil
for existence

this cycle repeats
until the body
and her mind
releases her
from this dark captivity
she hopes for it
needing relief to be sooner
rather than later

Inspired by Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt 2-22-20 #145

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Real Fam

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when the world
fucks with you
again
and
it hurts
these stars
of the world
will hold your pain
in their hearts
searing their love
into you
use their invisible shield
to safeguard themselves
from your anger
feed you
clothe you
soothe the aches
inflicted by circumstance
get wet shoulders
hug you
and
stay
when you
haven’t showered in a week

What the world needs is more of these people.