A pall of bleakness covers ev'rything Yet claims no name, no circumstance in time Descending unannounced on silent wing Its melancholy strain's devoid of rhyme And reason for its presence I can't find Yet still it settles in with plans to stay And paints my world with hues of somber kind Its palette holds but darkest shades of gray The canvas splashed with tones of deepest doom So grim each stroke no beauty can be found Pervading all of life with dreary gloom Within this prison I'm securely bound
I'll ride this tide and hang on through the night Perhaps tomorrow brings a ray of light.
[This message has been edited by dsnyder (edited 11-24-1999).]
Thank you Andrew and Elizabeth for your kind comments! Yes this is about depression but no, I don't suffer from it...just your run of the mill blues from time to time. But I have known people with clinical depression and I imagine that it feels something like this. Thanks again for your comments!
How are you feeling, Elizabeth? A little stronger each day I hope.
Denise, My body has been taken on a trip A temporary storm on rocky ship That even breathing has become a task Laborious a simple question asked And yet my spirit soars like eagle's wings And yet my heart with joyous laughter sings But should I one day find myself in dark In ugly places cruel with visions stark Would that you write exquisite poetry A fine melodic sonnet just for me To lift me up again on feathered wing So that my spirit would your sonnet sing For you have gift of word indeed so rare And gift of heart you generously share What pleasure I do take in knowing you And to all the poets you've been a friend so true Thank you for your thankgiving wishes Elizabeth
Thank you, WhtDove, Elizabeth and Michael so much for your wonderful comments! And thank you Elizabeth for your beautiful poem! You are special! And Michael thank you for your wishes...I'm just fine! I was just reflecting on some past memories and some of the family members on my Mom's side of the family who battled with clinical depression all their lives. So sad. I imagined that it must feel something like this poem that I wrote. But I don't have personal experience with these feelings myself. Thank God. Must be a horrible state to be in most of the time. Thanks again for your concern.
[This message has been edited by dsnyder (edited 11-25-1999).]
state of confusion