he without form
void of all emotions
sat in the darkness
of his room
gasping for breath
praying to a god
he had long abandoned
or abandoned him
expecting little
receiving less
his mind a fertile ground for doubt
too many faceless fears
whispering in his ears
spiralling his fragile thoughts
into the darkest realms of self-pity
where his dreams
wither in the sun of expectation
easily crushed and blown away
faith is but a shadow of smoke upon the wall
sensed but never felt
here
tears are his only true companion
he is buried beneath daily routines
and each day he thinks
the morning
and evening
were the first day
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Don’t feed that black dog …
Good crafting; enjoyed the shadow of smoke.
This is a nice piece of thought !
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Your choice of words is beautiful… renders me speechless ALWAYS!!!!
What can I say about this one?! It’s all clear… like a picture painted before me, with the finest of colors, and the most delicate brushes… stroke after stroke, until it can no longer be perfected any further! I don’t think I have seen Depression being expressed like so…
Thanks for sharing …
Best Regards.
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Thank you for sharing this poem. You have connected very well to the emotions felt when being visited by my old friend, “The Black Dog.” I say friend because, within his visit and at the depts of some of my lows, I sometimes find myself. Very good poem, hope you don’t mind if I reblog it? x
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You nailed it Charlie!
All the emotions you are talking about are symptoms of depression, especially when you say: “his mind a fertile ground for doubt
too many faceless fears
whispering in his ears
spiralling his fragile thoughts
into the darkest realms of self-pity”
Excellent Charlie!
Have a good week-end
Mirella
You are describing me, or rather the me of 2 1/2 years ago. I nearly ended it twice. But thanks to a new person in my life, I am not him anymore. I hope you never have been this person, yourself. If you are describing yourself now, hope is the thread to cling to. Never, ever, let hope die.
Your words are like a finger pointing to the understanding of depression. I like. A lot.
Those that are fortunate enough not to have ever felt the despair that depression brings, can never quite grasp the hold it can have. Perhaps this beautifully poetic explanation will bring them closer to an understanding of this all-consuming illness. Well done, as always… if he is still praying, he still has hope. Heartspell
“his mind a fertile ground for doubt
too many faceless fears
whispering in his ears
spiralling his fragile thoughts”
you depict, accurately, the indecisiveness and lethargy of mental quicksand
“praying to a god he had long abandoned or abandoned him”. perfect line. you grasped the hopelessness melancholy of depression perfectly. Great words and movement in the poem. Loved it!!
‘spiralling his fragile thoughts
into the darkest realms of self-pity’
This to me is the worst part of depression, so accurate.
Very good depiction.
excellent in its darkness. well written, friend.
I am speechless. You have captured depression so well in your poetry. Very deep and profound piece you have here.
I cant express how this makes me feel. You capture what, I believe, most people experience at some point in their life with such…such…I don’t know. You do it really well. I loved the phrase ‘his mind a fertile ground for doubt’. I can really relate to this.
“faith is but a shadow of smoke upon the wall.” Beautiful line. I can almost see the shadow dancing along the wall, maybe it wasn’t even there, maybe the smoke was too thin, but I try to convince myself that it was there because it’s far scarier to accept that I’m faithless.
Very well written.
“praying to a god
he had long abandoned”. How ironic.
It is a spiral (downward)
and no one has the ability to pull the other out
it is a bottomless pit with no ladder
I think this may be my new favorite! Well done.
Dark one. Gives a great picture of depression for anyone who’s been through it.
You got the tone exactly right. Powerful stuff.
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