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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Dreams

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The alarm rings
a harsh reminder
for the day to begin

but the show from the other side
hasn’t stopped yet

A quilt-like haze
layered behind my eyes

a kaleidoscope of confusion
colored by a patchwork

of nonsense 

    Of monsters working side by side
    Of grown men reverting to infancy
    Of rock stars breaking bread
    Of babies drowning
    Of enemies being friends and friends becoming enemies
    Of the impossible being possible

The walk of the semi-dead
commences 
slowly
dragging this carcass
yawning and disoriented

making a beeline for the bathroom

Bits and pieces
of old memories

laced into
the past event dujour
begins to loosen its grip

The water feels like my savior
a rescue from Neverland

showering accelerates
a sense of wholeness
the tile underfoot signals more substance

The complicated
conjuring
of gobbledygook dissipates

as the irrational
begins to fade into reality

Drifting

 

Inspired by FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION Challenge – DREAM/DREAMER/DREAMING

weaving in
to a magical place

so nice
to get caught up

ethereal limbs
smooth weirdness

laughter, joy
calm and pleasure

want to stay
there in my dreams

where magic happens
where lives are easy

 

Image credit Ash D. Solomon – Lucid Being
Song – Dreamcatcher by LP

I’m very happy to showcase these two creative people any time I can! Hope you enjoy them as much as I do. 🙂

 

Out Of Sorts

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Fred Mouniguet

Sometimes life is like trying to sleep when you are having a restless night. 

You just can’t get comfortable. Feels like you’ve moved in a million directions and either you can’t get back to what felt like the perfect spot or there just isn’t one anymore. And you’re tired of more of the same.

It leaves you feeling like you need a new bed.

Necessary Rituals

 

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A sudden weariness takes hold of me.

Yawns escape with more frequency as the battle to fight them begins.

And the nightly ritual starts again.

I shut down the lights in the room and head in the direction of the soft place.

The companion water bottle and cell phone walk with me.

One last bathroom trip to empty the bladder and guide the toothbrush around in my mouth. A vigorous spit and done.

My clothing flies into the hamper, my glasses land on the makeup table.

Getting closer.

I delicately walk towards the bed avoiding the edges, protecting my toes.

I made it, sinking down into the cushiness of my bed. Ahhhh escapes my lips.

Just a few more things to do before I can meet the sandman again.

In pops the nighttime medication to do its work.

One last check on the cell phone. It’s off and charging.

Snuggling in to find the sweet spot which will comfort me best. It doesn’t take long.

Finally, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Slowly, my breathing finds an even pace.

And I begin to trail off in this life to end up in another.