Take Three
Take three poets,
Shikibu, Ghost and me;
our only similarity
is the way our minds stray
to the darker side
of depression,
obsession, despair.
If I am to believe what I read,
I’m the sole survivor,
which makes me wonder
if we put pen to paper
and create our own destiny
in the dankness,
the despondency of hopelessness.
I’d always considered
writing the feelings out
to be a form
of letting off steam,
of exorcising anguish,
coming to terms with the emptiness
and drowning...
drowning until the bottom is reached
and I can then push my way
laboriously back up towards the surface
Once there I’ll splash and splutter
and clear the fetid water
from my lungs,
the blackened cobwebs from my mind.
Maybe I’m wrong;
and that one day I too
will find myself wrapped up
in the seaweed of melancholy,
so thoroughly entangled
that it not o escape.
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A fine, sad poem, Hull
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Thanks for reading, Mike.
What a great definition of all dark writing found at its core...so nice hullabaloo22...
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Thanks, LE.
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