I went a little off track Hope it's nothing more Than a just minor setback Don't want to have to backtrack Track back Back along the beaten track Uncovering the old cracks Filling up my backpack With the stack of weights that I thought I'd left behind Don't make me go back Back where my… Continue reading Panic Attack
Category: Depression & Mental Health
Foreigner
There are days That I feel Like a foreigner In my own skin In my own head As though I don't belong And there lives Another being Much stronger Than I Controlling The thoughts And the voices Compelling me To leave But what if I do? Where would I go? This mind And this… Continue reading Foreigner
The Day I Survived
I was certainly tempted By the offer presented It took all of my strength to refuse "Escape from the darkness And all of life's harshness" It seemed almost too good to be true You were in quite a hurry To finish things early And get the deal over the line It was your desperation… Continue reading The Day I Survived
Self-Loathing
I try not To take it Personally When not even my own Reflection Can bear to look At me It hurts It cuts deep And the only thing That hurts more Cuts deeper Than this self-loathing Is the feeling That this is never Going To change Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt:… Continue reading Self-Loathing
Stygian
Beneath My pale skin Flows Stygian blood Carrying shadow Through The crepuscular tunnels That fill This otherwise vacuous And tenebrous body Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: dark
I Fade
"Are you still there?" I whisper To the darkness Silent echoes Answer "Always" Tendrils Extend From the shadows And into them I fade
Waiting For The Sunrise
I used to sit And stay awake all night Waiting for the dawn The advent Of a fresh day With new beginnings The rising of the sun An inspiring metaphor Of how I would lift myself From the dirt But it never panned out The way I envisaged And in time I realised my mistake… Continue reading Waiting For The Sunrise
Almost
You almost had me beat Made me think I would never stand again On my own two feet You almost won this fight Had me on the ropes Cowering against the blows Landing left and right I was almost counted out Flat out on the canvas To continue would be madness The referee… Continue reading Almost
The Invisible Cage
Each year it comes; An anniversary Awakening The memory Of desperate times And misery An airless bubble Suffocating me A cage that no-one Else can see From which I still fight To be set free Invisible To all but me Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompts: desperate, anniversary & bubble
untitled poem – something about anxiety
Excessive self analysing Serious misgivings Forever second guessing Every action, every word Confronted by Insurmountable walls of fear Blocking me Every way I turn But I don't even know What I am terrified of I have nothing to fear Nothing to lose No money, no fame Neither popular nor cool But still I am scared… Continue reading untitled poem – something about anxiety
