in depth we drown - Hello Poetry

May 2014

Sonja Benskin Mesher

grey day, rain.
squeaky bath taps.

this is the valley
of the widow.

this is the day.
writing the wall,
trees stand tall.

yellow flags, the route,
to glyn y weddw.

know these things.
life will bring. words
in books, paper air.

a name that still remains.

write it.

sbm.

May 2014

Camellia-Japonica

Thunderstorm

Glass of red in hand, she watches the rain.
The pane of glass the only barrier between her and thunder.
Thinking whilst drinking should not be undertaken at any costs.
How old is too old?
Why does the thunder clap rather than sing?
Slowly she turns away from the window, sets the glass down
and turns the wheelchair toward the bedroom.
Still the storm rages, the thunder claps, and her heart sings
Q:How old is too old? : Answer: right now
The bottle of tablets falls to the floor, ironically timed with a thunderclap.

#suicide #depression #death #weather

May 2014

Sonja Benskin Mesher

.meifod.

near the marches.

it is my brother’s birthday
soon, , stopped
in the village to shop.

it is a good store, post
office at the back, steaming
gently, brown paper, calculating.

the candles are dear, just one pack left,
perhaps a power cut come lately?

anadin, i tidied, whilst i waited gently.

outside she wondered at the ivy
outside to inside the place.

some one moved gently
behind her.

i could not sleep with all
that wondering.

the wandering through
the marches.

sbm.

May 2014

LETITFXRING

Darkness

Darkness was all there was
Darkness was all I seen

Give me light
So I can be on
My way

Just a little light
Just a little light
**Can help

3 Stanzas
10w

May 2014

Camellia-Japonica

Whiskey dreams

In whiskey sodden dreams I feel silky bedclothes encompass
my flimsy pretty negligee clad body
Whimsy takes a hold, bold dreams drape my mind
My dimly lit boudour welcomes the vibrancy of the dream
Unblushingly dis inhibited by the sweet sickly whiskey
I feel frisky, risky, risqué
I want the silkiness of the dark dimly lit night to
ignite, I want flimsy, gipsy, filthy, ***** love.
In whiskey sodden dreams I feel my inner *****,
in dreams I can open the door.

#dream #alcohol #***

May 2014

Levi Andrew

Depression..

Dear Depression..
Will you ever get a ******* clue?
I've honestly had enough of you.
You break me apart..
You pick the wounds.
They'll never heal.
Go ahead, take another piece of me.
You tear me down.
You try to tell me you can hear me.
But, I'm screaming.
I'm bleeding.
I can't forget this horrible feeling.
The tingle.
The want to die.
I have a confession to make.
I've had more than I can take.
You're gonna make me break.
I don't have a perfect life.
It's not a perfect circle.
But, you're gonna **** me one day.
I didn't used to feel this way..
But, you're burning me down.
And, I can't stick around.

#depression