I admit that I’ve been a bit hesitant to post this and a few others, more to do with the subject matter, & “outing” myself as someone who has suffered from depression. But if this blog is about being honest about feelings, then I guess I should include the ones perceived as negative, as well as the positive too. I also would say I found writing far more cathartic than any medication or positive thinking courses that Doctors may have prescribed.
The Miscreant of Misery
Feel the knots in your stomach,
Like your first broken heart.
But the pain won’t go away.
Fill your life with tedious mediocrity,
But you act out your part,
You know the knots are here to stay.
A gaping hole in your heart,
Of an infinite size,
Still filling it is all you can do.
You kid yourself nightly,
‘Til you believe your own lies,
Behind your eyes – you know the truth.
Fill every day, every hour,
To blot out what’s lost.
And time will tend to your wounds.
Pray in your despair,
Deliv’ry from the past,
And pray for delivery soon.
The miscreant of misery,
You taste his chaos,
But time will surely tell.
Looking in the mirror,
See perpetual loss.
And remember your personal hell.
Wear a smile on your face,
And don’t let your mask slip.
It will help you face the world.
Laugh and joke with the others,
Don’t let them see you trip,
One day your burden might just unload…
2nd August 1998