The Days
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I am so tired of being depressed. It effects every aspect of my life and it's hard when people don't understand that you can't just snap out of it. :-/ I don't know how long this is going to last.
The Days
I feel like the lamp by your bedside you turn out at night. The light disappears but you can still feel it for a minute or two, burning on, only to forget. Then when you say prayers and look outside to the stars, you realize the fishbowl you’re in and trail off in disbelief. Can sleep save me now, please, Dear God. Let anything but life capture me, for life is teasing me with death, and death with life. You think I’d get used to starting over again every day, but I don’t. It’s like having to unpack into new home in the morning, and packing up again by night, hoping you’ll have friends in the new place you’re heading, and arriving there alone as you ought. The days are hard as rocks, Dear God, and I settle at the bottom of the sea. I’m not ready, God, I’m not ready, but I’m turned stone cold with the whispering breeze. |
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| Medical drug helps for a short time in a crisis. But the interesting part is cognitive treatment of the emotional condition. How do you make it spiral up and not down?????????????????????? Find out about this stuff, you will love it! That's what your poem made me think! | Posted on 2008-01-23 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ] | I can relate to this. Believe it or not it DOES get better. You may feel it won't but feelings and facts are not the same thing. | Anyways, it's good something creative is coming from this. I liked your image of the lamp and the light disappearing but memories of it remaining for a moment or two. I'm not ready, God,/I'm not ready/But I'm turned stone cold/With the whispering breeze. That is very powerful imagery, indeed Good job! | Posted on 2008-01-23 00:00:00 | by azurwarrior | [ Reply to This ] | |
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