Views in Verse - on depression.
On caring for wayward ones...
We focus a lot of attention in fine tuning the behaviours of elite sportsman; people who should seriously know better. Drawn out stories about how difficult they are finding life in the spotlight.
Perhaps it's time we should start giving a thought to the thousands of much more deserving cases out there who simply cannot master living in peace with themselves let alone with all the rest of us.
Dark Reptiles
Stirring stone refuge once more
intruding again on broken sleep
Red eyes stare down the door
Movement doesn't come easy
Reticent to leave the source
Where can one go to find refuge?
Fate steer me that safer course
Inviting faces challenge the mask
The now freeing frame distracts
As routine brings timely release
In hiding the guarded facts
How can I improve my position here?
Can warmth not ease the doubt?
As the stalking dog ...he pads nearby
He's always, always, about...
Over the shoulder a shadow looms
night can't be far away...
Bent in regression a constant curse;
Call dark to shroud the day!
So bring me sleep to salve my life
In an all too brief reprieve
The gloom closes in yet sleep does not come
the subconscious defying the need
Where do you go; where do you go?
To escape this moribund place
Waiting for heat
from much needed sun
with a gripped gnarling face
epilogue:
The ones that I love
Waiting for heat
from much needed sun
with a gripped gnarling face
epilogue:
The ones that I love
They take good care
They know the struggle in me
The ones that I love
They know me well but
Their love can't set me free
Forwarded from my I pad - Grahame J Flynn
Forwarded from my I pad - Grahame J Flynn
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