Description: i've been feeling depressed lately, and it feels clinical in nature i think. this poem is an attempt to work it out, to deal with some of the images that have been haunting me lately.
like blanketing fog this cloud sticks to everything
creating a maze with no exit
a highway with no view of what's passing by
edges are gone from familiar things
bleeding into half-seen whiteness
the tyranny of hospital waiting room chairs
make my back hurt and legs ache
in the dark hours of early morning
i long for coffee
but get only the chronic coughing
of the old lady behind the curtain
and the ravings of the crack whore down the hall
will this rain end with morning
the sun rising golden alive over the horizon
birds singing and flowers blooming
orgasm of promise
semen of hope
hardon of expectation
as someday my prince will come
plays in the background
reality doesn't cooperate so easily
no flowers bloom in december
and when the sun rises it will still be gray
just wet and cold and there
hours to be lived through
until sleep swallows another day
maybe all i can hope for is
a gentle touch in the darkness
this brief sense of not being alone
fleeting as a summer breeze
gone without a trace at morning's gray light
What drew you to the hospital? Is someone close to you sick? Or is it your job. If the latter, what drew you to it? What did you want to confront in yourself, but were to fearful to face directly? Life is not like sex. Life is composed of passion. The birds and flowers have it, and they did not have to seek it. It’s built-in. In you too. By the way...the writing’s none to shabby. fred
Maybe I have been living in my world of fuzzy bunnies and fluffy clouds for too long!... I do know that we all have moments of desperation where we feel that through the dreary winter days of endless gloom, the horizon of springtime bliss is often hard to see.
Know that every season has an end and with it comes beautiful roses endless summer days, and warm gentle caresses from within the dark. I know I Am a little too positive, but I have my moments of despair also... I happen to love thoses gloomy days every now and then where I can just hide from the world and everything evil within it. But those same days give me the inspiration to always be that warm touch within the darkness, that single rose beneath the cold snow... I hope you find your spring soon!
As much as I'd hate to admit it, I know exactly how you feel. *sigh* It is such a depressing time of year isn't it? I remember when I was a kid, it would at least snow. Now all we have to make snowmen out of is the constant rain. No freezing chill, and warm bottles unders sheets. Nope, now we have that darned central heating that gives us the feeling of being locked up in some glass zone. The years pass too quickly for us to take pleasure in a new one, and the tragedies of the one that has passed leave us all pessimistic.
Are you a nurse? Or a doctor? The poem suggests so. As for language, I'm in no mood to comment on that, and you asked for thoughts, so I'll stick to what was requested.
Submission Name: BLEAKNESS
