I sit in contemplation of all that needs to be done, I see all that depends on me all that only I can do and unable to move to even start the mountain of stress grows taking a life of its own rooting me in place I cannot move, my limbs feel nothing but the apathy generated within
Desperation becomes my banner the funeral shroud under which I lie clings to me with a lover's intimacy stroking my mind heights ever higher and boundless depths call to me with the urgency of my unwanted lover Bi-polar depression
Hey you, while you know I love your free verse....I hope your doing ok? Two poems that are depressing (even for you, my friend) posted in one day worries me a bit.......email me if you need to talk, ok?
Love and hugs, -Amy-
------------------ Thinking is just what a great many people think they are doing when they are merely rearranging their predjudices.
Glen Hope, PA USA