I wake up with The Feeling, like I could cry,
Only crying doesn't come easily to me.
Hysteria and panic open the flood gates,
But even then only sometimes.
The Feeling makes my head spin,
Drowning in a salty ocean,
With nowhere to go.
So It travels to my stomach.
The nausea wrenches at me,
Telling me I'll faint or puke.
But nothing happens,
Just The Feeling,
Stagnating.
Only crying doesn't come easily to me.
Hysteria and panic open the flood gates,
But even then only sometimes.
The Feeling makes my head spin,
Drowning in a salty ocean,
With nowhere to go.
So It travels to my stomach.
The nausea wrenches at me,
Telling me I'll faint or puke.
But nothing happens,
Just The Feeling,
Stagnating.
A poem in recognition of National Poetry Day (Thurs 091008), addressing, in a roundabout fashion, my depression in recognition of World Mental Health Day (Fri 101008).
Apologies to any English students/lovers, it's very poorly written. I used free verse primarily because I'm lazy; I've never actually been a huge fan of it as a poetical form.
Apologies to any English students/lovers, it's very poorly written. I used free verse primarily because I'm lazy; I've never actually been a huge fan of it as a poetical form.
4 comments:
I quite liked it. It's free flowing and very descriptive.
Did you mean to have the verses funnel down to stagnating? cos that's pretty cool.
@ Mike: Thanks
@ Mark: Um...yes, yes course I meant that *shifty eyes*
Ooo poetry! I'm rubbish at writing poems, so anyone who can write poetry gets my vote! And I like this. Though it's not unexpected of a damn fine English student. (Well back at St. Mark's)
P.S. Did that make any sense?
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