I Know You.
You attend to
a movie, a book.
Yet attention
has lost its easy breath.
Like lights flickering
in a winter`s storm,
a thought escapes
to consciousness.
Just a murmur
in your ear.
A picture of.....
what?
So many robes
does depression wear.
You`ll concentrate,
say "No!"
Yet synapses know
the traveled roads.....
a love taken away;
years wasted;
barrenness;
loneliness.
Again, "No!"
A tear escapes
"Why me?"
"I`m a good person!"
The demon smiles
as you close your eyes
to relive your memories,
and blacken the future
with despair.
V
C 2005 Deabler, V.T.
19 comments:
Overcoming is the hardest part but possible. :) Demons can be rebuked...peace found once again.
"Yet attention has lost its easy breath." Perhaps cradled in the womb of its ever present Mistress yearning for a past, not yet forgotten, nor anew, alive. Perhaps an obsession that is safer than reality absorbed desert-blooming.
That's beautiful. Nick Drake called depression a black-eyed dog, and it is, indeed, a big black-eyed dog, that sometimes visits all of us.
Judi
Living with yesterdays~
Not for the weak of heart.
Put a Smile on your face and a song in your heart.
Wishing you health, happiness and laughter.
TJ~
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V. This poem touches a deep cord that is buried under the insignia of "NO!" and bleeds in a moments notice without warning, without desire and without permission. It bleeds through barren landscapes ever filled with yesterdays tears. And yet I wonder if I am equiped to understand the full meaning of your words, or the prfound thoughts of your readers.
"A tear escapes"
T
Like lights flickering
in a winter`s storm,
a thought escapes
to consciousness.
the paradox here is very good...you are starting to "get" my friend...
it is easy to use words in a conventional way and harder yet to use them in such a way to cause comfort AND discomfort all at once.
And that is poetry...in the paradox is the growth. If a reader becomes convinced that the poem is about them then the poet has done well, as of late your poems have done just that. Most of your readers are SURE the poems are for them alone and that is the key.
Then disrobe
and dance lightly
across my brow
tomorrow comes
barefoot in the snow
I adore you Vince, I think we all do.
Wow Vince. Very painful. I guess we all have to battle this demon occasionally, 'eh? ;) C. http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies
Oh, Vince, you captured the nature of depression so, so well. I've got that demon in chains right now, but I know that one day it will break free, and I hope to remember it doesn't have to be that way.
Oh man, this describes it exactly. Despair and depression, the two dreaded D's. Let's try to keep these demons at bay forever behind locked bars. Hugs,
Lisa
I like this, you've captured the look of the 'distant ones.' Rache xx
Excellent, as always.
Hugs,
Barb
Brilliant, yet sad as always V.
Thinking of you tonight!
I linked to this entry in
Rain, hope you don't mind!
*** Coy ***
http://journals.aol.com/coy1234787/Dancingintherain/entries/1390
I have thought a great deal about that demon depression. I wrote a series of short stories about it in 2003, five stories in all. I wrote most of them while lying in my big bathtub, soaking, letting the water cleanse and renew me. Once, I dropped my notebook into the water and the ink began to run and blur! I had to run to my computer to capture the words before they disappeared! I had to laugh at myself, and the laughing was good! The stories chronicle a deep depression and the slow moment out of it. On, so slow. What heartache, what dread, what deadness. Often, I think of Virginia Woolf, who at times felt the demon coming for her again. I know that no amount of logic will keep the demon away, no amount of begging, or denial will keep that demon away. This poem is perfect. It is so human. So honest. So familiar!
Talk about a way with words that brings you write to the emotions!
Right from the soul.
what can i say? you nailed it quite perfectly. you are so very talented.
Thank you for continuing to stop by my journal. I am sorry it has taken me so long to visit yours, but your writing is excellent and I will gladly be returning! :)
Maria
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I have seen your name before.
I was browsing about & came here.
What lovely haunting poems
Marti
this one brought me back to a dark time, you capture so much emotion in your prose!
Derek
Thanks Vince for linking me to this poem... sure is a wonderful companion to my entry.
So many robes
does depression wear.
Aint it the truth. I don't nearly spend the time in the pit that I used to. What scares me is a father who suffered so severely from the Black Dog that it killed him. Seems to be always looking over my shoulder, peeking around the corner like a child eyeing the Christmas presents... which one to open first?
Be well and thanks again for the visit.
Michael
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