Depression by Alisa JsForeboding thoughts
Where do they come from?
What changes take place
Replacing happiness with heartsick and somber bereavement …
How does it go from hope
To nothing but rubble
And desolate rage without teeth?
Forgotten aspirations laying there untouched
Those memories and dreams drift by from another day long past
Spiraling down past tomorrow’s horizon
Where once there was promise
Now nothing,
But labored breathing, existing
Trudge through emotions
If you can even call it that
A standstill,
What happened?
Racked with this strain of just living
To get through another day
Where did it go?
That zest we once knew and believed in
Even desperately,
Is it just getting older
Or has reality snuffed out,
Beat down
Push back and drilled
Any flicker of hope that once breathed,
No longer …
05/10/2007 Posted on 05/10/2007 Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/10/07 at 09:22 PM ...alisa, aloha!...for you to be so young you speak of things/dreams/hopes/worries, toto el mundo, a whold world kind of thingee being here and sorta going, going, gonnnnne! and yet it's not in a dopey-feel-sorry-for-me-whiney-way, just sorta waaaahappened?, eh? where wuz i when the lights went out in georgia and elsewhere...several reads and i was no longer "seeing" personal sadness, more an existential loss of being IN ME, and yet, and yet...i am lifted by your rhetorical questions...a lovely thoughtful piece of work...peace, chaz |
Posted by CM Bauer on 05/11/07 at 02:24 AM Thank you for saying what I have not had the courage to say. |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/11/07 at 03:34 AM Well said. Very few can peer into the darkness quite like you can. |
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