It’s raining
and I can’t help
but want
to feel it on my skin,
It’s typical English rain
lashing hard unforgiving cold
and I need it’s sting it’s burn
to set off the cataclysm within,
There are oh so many emotions
and they’re
all in bottles
inside,
They’re far to heavy to carry
and they’re getting ready
to burst
and I can’t hide,
And I’m
afraid
of the emotions
that swell,
Of the unpredictable grief
that’s brimming
and the hopelessness
that I know so well,
Depression
is my demon
he’s evil sly
and mean,
He plagues me
like a steady drum
as he knows
he can’t be seen,
He slips
chains upon my wrists
and trips me
so I fall,
I constantly
fight against him
but he doesn’t care
at all,
I scream
that I want sunshine
that I don’t want
his pain,
But he calls me
so enticingly
slips his arms around
and pulls me back again,
It’s a fight
always a fight
but I’m stronger
than I know,
One day
will I beat him for good
a day I hope I’ll
grow,
I can’t stop
these bottles from bursting
even though I
know I’ll try,
And I know I’ll fill
so many more
can’t deal with emotions
haven’t figured yet why,
I love to hard
care to deeply to fast
get hurt easy
that’s true,
I’m totally predictable
in my unpredictable-ness
and my bottles will burst
and I’ll bounce back I always do,
For now I watch
gray clouds
as they stream across
the sky,
And watch
my bottles from a distance
knowing to stay back
and knowing why….
.x.
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So I’ve learnt so far…. Everyone develops their own particular style of writing and as a rule, they tend to stick to it. My usual style is 2 lines and every second line ends in rhyme. Above is 4 lines, every 4th ending in rhyme. I always find it slightly harder to write like this which is odd because I have a thing about 4 ‘ s. But as always my rules apply, write as much truth as possible…. So I hope you all like this one. The next poem I’m gonna change moods totally, away from depression on to something else.
Take care all of you and have a great week. Nem.x.
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