In the depths of my depression,
No job, no money, no life,
Like a man drowning,
Deep is the water,
Time, my strife…
The computer a bore,
The TV a whore,
Death I abhor,
That might change,
My feelings range…
I today picked up a book,
I couldn’t put it down,
Like that of a drowning man,
Searching for a nook…
Reading, that nook,
Found within the pages of that book,
A bit of relaxation, a bit of elation
Depression is a form of chemical castration…
But reading takes one away,
To a place of acclimation,
Where I can exist, in the short term,
Without further frustration…
Though as soon as I put the book down,
I look into a mirror and resemble the sad clown,
I cry to myself, I find pain in whatever I do,
I go through life with a permanent frown…L
*Ed*
there are people who care!
Lady Vivian
Just a suggestion.
Ron
duke larance -- the Metis MasterBlaster
have a heavier affect on you... you aren't able
to get outside for the healing of the sun as much
as you like... it makes the situation no less than
it is, but it does help lift the soul a wee bit...
Read dear Ed, let that lift your spirits and try to
hold on to what you read.
And in your moments of despair (as Budd just mentioned)
know you are rich in what you provide us with and you are
never alone... people here love you even if it doesn't help
pay the bills... it fills the hearts...
Love and Light
Lily
Love ya!
Jane
Anna
Distraction is what you need and writing is a great distraction so keep writing. How about some of the funny things that have happened to you in life... remember them, write about them - as Lois said, laughter is a great healer. Rx