Friday, March 16, 2012

A really not happy poem


Depression

Like tears on a pillow
like fears hidden away between pages of a book
like the muffled sobs of a girl pretending to be sleeping
like the eyes of a dog as he looks up from the floor
all this and more.

Like a baby nestled safe against the mother-womb
like an emotion stirred from a music on the radio
like shivers across the chill on the skin
like the anguished look on a father's face
all this and more.

Like an overcast day
like a violin's cry on a lonely night
like rain and mist and dew
like the son fallen from grace
all this and more.

Like the murmur from a heart broken girlfriend
like a warm kiss on the hand
like a dream to dark to be believed
like a memory of some action now a regret
all this and more

More than can be said, thought or written
more than I can scream at the heavens
more than I can explain
more than can  be put into a language
all of this and more.

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