Now that your gone forever daddy
And I wont hear you say
I love you baby girl
And i’ll always be here to stay
as depression is my closest friend…...now
True Depression , "has many faces". As we are each different, we also differ in our ‘chemical’ makeup…...some of us are more prone to depression than others.
and clutter our homes and fill our sheds
with ‘life’ , when there’s so much more
For relationships so wonderfully fill the void
where endless things once trod
How did I arrive here?
where is this dreaded place?
I never new of its existance,.. from joining the human race..
where is the way out,
where is the long road back?
If I knew my friends …
dreams of home came and sat on my stomach
a smile drew in a breath of night air
silence was my closest friend amidst the crackling fire
flames spoke of peace and tranquility
with childish dreams I look for things
that tell the story that Christmas brings
The scissors are here somewhere….
oh well!
gathering thick layers of dust
a scream pierces the stairs to nowhere
gaping holes allow stars to fall
they are of such beauty
During my waiting I started to remember all our meetings on this particular bench. Forty years earlier when we were young and full of dreams
all of my attributes pointing to the Way
for I in such splendour am not from a weed
I was created to share , we each have a need
my child helps me create , colours sparkling with gold
he watches and gasps as the new work unfolds
torn edges from time’s fingers
faded images and partial words
yet history…to some
Suddenly this poem I wish to write
enlightens my feelings
the pen now ink less, is dead
Oh!..the blue feeling envelopes me
sinking stomach my face in the pillow
No comfort.
Don’t lose me in the darkness
look keenly for my shade
You cannot find me ?
A Black Rose…...!