Poem -
Phases
Listening,
For my mind to scream.
It's like telling a junkie not to feind.
Looking out the eye sockets,
Peering through the pupils,
What I notice,
Is nothing truthful.
Feeling alone,
With myself.
Nothing engages the senses,
Planted on the couch,
Finally the mind's eye opens,
Crying out.
Nothings wrong that I know,
Slowly losing tranquility growing out of control.
Hoping nothings wrong,
But i'm so unsure,
Waiving so long,
To a chapter of the way I was before.
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This poem was inspired by a song by the Local Natives
Hey D!!........those last two lines were stellar bro!!..........very well conceived.........and beautifully delivered my friend...........much enjoyed.........I sometimes find myself wishing I could recognize those "Phases" with foresight......know what I mean?..........nice write Devon!!.........ttyl............TÂ xx
Thanks J i did mean to put fiend thanks for catching that one for me sometimes i miss things even though i go over it a bunch of times.
And also thanks to you too T i can't explain no matter how many good things happen in life i hit these patches of depression. I feel so alone in these times battling these feelings by myself. Much appreciation fellows for comments.