Two of my poems (I hesitate to call them that, but I’ve been told that’s what they are) in the first I try to describe the beliefs and feelings instilled by the continuous, rapid fire and chaotic thoughts which, so many with clinical depression experience. The second, a more light hearted observation on one of our most encountered ‘laws’, The Law of Sod. Both of these poems describe feelings mentioned in my first blog Vinegar .
Irrational, untouchable thoughts overwhelm my mind
Electric sparks, bolts of lightning, claps of thunder
Vainly I try to hold them
As if ‘That’ were a reality.
Will not be stemmed.
Surrounded by friends and family
Faces laughing, smiling
Full of purpose.
Knowing where they are going
Knowing where they are
I am in isolation, in solitude,
Imposed by fear…….
Fear of contact,
Fear of being judged.
Solitude a fleeting comfort
Prelude to desire for company
Prelude to desire for solitude
The desire to be as I was
HOW! I do not know
Knowing that once I was.
Now, I am not
The thoughts are back
I cannot think any more.
THE LAW OF SOD
I need to talk, not text talk, not cyber talk, not telephone talk, but face-to-face talk,
I need to feel the presence, hear the reply, to sense the mood,
I need to see the eyes, the lips, the face, hands and body talk,
Then why today of all days is there no one, not a soul to talk to‼
Why? Because family, friends and confidantes live their own lives,
They are planets in my universe, as I am but one planet in theirs,
So, until our orbits coincide, I shall have to wait,
Oh, Bugger! That bloody damnable Law of Sod‼
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