Depressive Episode Onslaught

The spiralling thoughts

finding the point

of overwhelming anxiety.

The desperate helplessness,

the hopelessness,

the despair.

The desire to hide

and never come out again.

The sun doesn’t shine for me.

So why look for the sunshine?

The rains fall

and so does my mood.

My spirit is tired of fighting.

Can I please just go to sleep?

If I wake up…

will I be a better person?

 

Admitting your mistakes

When you know you are wrong

Embarrassment makes you want to hide.

Yet if you can find the courage

and tell the wronged party

It is a sign of healing not weakness.

Whatever the consequences

It means you are looking ahead

not behind

and no ones ass looks that good.

That Red Aunt

We sometimes call her Flo

because she helps with the cycles.

She visits every month

cleaning out the unused linens

and replacing them for the next possible visitor.

Sometimes she can be mean

Harsh with her cruel words

making us cramp up

from the pain she inflicts.

She is not always kind when she cleans.

Still, without her help

the young ones would not arrive

which is why the older you get the less she visits.

She likes the babies.

Today is day where I wish her visit was already over.

Sleep Well

When the dreams drive us deeper

We strive to strike the surface

Only to find empty air.

A shambles of the waking world.

Closing our eyes makes us watch reruns

Again

And again.

Seeing the nightmares of reality

Through crying eyes

Sleep deprived and numb.

My head may rest

But my body cannot stop the shakes.

The Wonders of Social Rehabilitation

I have no idea where I am going with this.

Other than to say, Yay!

To those who turned their lives around

I am proud of you.

It is the ones who say

but do not do

that make me sad.

Everyone deserves a second chance

Except those who refuse to accept change is necessary

for society to re-accept them.

When prisons go bad

people get worse.

Can we help society by loving the people but not their crimes?

The Differences in Agenda

Office Parties Suck

When Party Politics gets involved.

Those who like to be wall flowers

are thrown into the Fray

As those who are trying to stir up the crowd

Are too drunk to see the Fear

they are causing.

The onlookers watch with horrified dismay

and sip their coffees carefully

as the clowns parade

throughout the office

shouting out their slogans

with ties wrapped around their heads.

Underwear or lamps may be involved

but not before a fight breaks out.

Nowadays security cameras pick up everything

and CEO’s weed out chafe

after watching the highlights of the Party.

 

No Room for Humanity

One day we might not have parents.

Scientifically to be grown in a vat.

Nurtured in an orphanage of robots.

Wanting the human touch.

Wasting away as humanity fades.

Yet, we are still human.

We still have the elders who learned the lore

and remember the days when parents

cuddled them and loved them.

My Mother is but a cell from which I was grown.

My Father the fertilizer who transformed me.

Yet neither are who I am

or will become.

 

Not Understanding Myself

You think you know someone

only to discover

they have a part

previously unknown

of surprising depth

and pain.

We all try to find “ourselves”

and sometimes it is a pleasant surprise.

Other times it is terrify

to find out what you have become

in order to have survived.