Works in progress. A journey through the early stages of my 19th book of poetry...

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Depression

Waiting for you to come back
As you were
As memories fade...

There's always something we don't know
Always a thought to avoid
A wish that never happens...

No more cause for alarm...
The words are distracted.

What does it mean to fear your own impulses?
Get a gun, get a scrip, no more thoughts like this...
There's a reason for everything...
Nothing matters, no one's out there
All your faith is bled...

Keep looking for a purpose
Pour your heart and soul out-
All for nothing...
Witness something beautiful, then watch the news
Can't disappear, can only sleep so long...

In the end was it worth what you suffered?
Did your love fill the grave or just a bleeding heart?
Is it love, is it hate... is this all that's left?
Don't want to feel, don't want to kiss... just meaningless sex.

Is it real, is it magic, is it just a trick?

Get a gun, get a scrip, no more thoughts like this...

As you were
As you fade...

As it once made sense.

(Waiting for you to come back.)

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