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day by day
i would start
every morning
with some sort of steel javelin
shot through my chest
pinning me to the mattress.
i would be so sure
the coldness
spreading around my shoulders
was blood
the numbness
in my fingers and toes
rigor mortis
when i opened my eyes
the pressure change in disappointment
crushed my lungs.
after a while
i pulled my body off the crime scene
there was no javelin
there was no pain
and yet there was.
fickle sunlight
pretending to welcome me
running to the horizon
without me,
the clammy touch of sleep
soothing me
in the morning
i would start
with a steel javelin
shot through my chest
pinning me to the mattress.
Published 8th Jul 2016
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8th Jul 2016 9:35am
Anonymous
8th Jul 2016 10:07am
I thought this really captured how I felt spending a few years in bed, or mostly so.
nobody could see the bloody thing that had me pinned down but there I was, immobilized.
just keep some desire to kick some ass and this too passes. Others who read this (not on this site) also told me it really described their depression and
other struggle in ways they could not. I think this piece has a lot of merit and any Psych magazine would probably publish it.
nice work, sadly I had a meltdown and shut down my access to all those links or I'd send it myself. xx
nobody could see the bloody thing that had me pinned down but there I was, immobilized.
just keep some desire to kick some ass and this too passes. Others who read this (not on this site) also told me it really described their depression and
other struggle in ways they could not. I think this piece has a lot of merit and any Psych magazine would probably publish it.
nice work, sadly I had a meltdown and shut down my access to all those links or I'd send it myself. xx
8th Jul 2016 10:25am
i think its much easier to write from a particular distance
not too close and not too far.
your comment means a lot to me, thank you :)
not too close and not too far.
your comment means a lot to me, thank you :)
Anonymous
8th Jul 2016 12:03pm
i agree completely, the right distance is underrated
8th Jul 2016 10:48am
8th Jul 2016 11:08am
This accurately described how I feel every morning. Thank you and bless you for this, its beautifully written.
8th Jul 2016 7:32pm
9th Jul 2016 4:46pm
for all it's idiot, superficial, contradictive 'pleasures',
human life = suffering....wit no one to blame (esp. not yOur-Self)
&
ye 'captured it' quite well here
human life = suffering....wit no one to blame (esp. not yOur-Self)
&
ye 'captured it' quite well here
14th Aug 2016 9:27am
