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is love like silent stars
shining in a midnight sky
or crying moondust into
a gigantic ocean of pearls

or is it merely veins
twisting and untethering
between two hearts

it is for the skies and oceans to know
but for mere humans to feel
I am 'The Incredible Aging Man"
Aging right before your eyes
Something I plan to continue to do
Until the day I up and die

Watch as the wrinkles magically appear
In the most unlikely of places
See the thinning of hair, the enlarging of ears
The forgetfulness of where I last placed it

Learn how to use your patience
As over time I am losing mine
Using familiar phrases like it'll be okay
And you're going to be just fine

Show up with loud voices
As my hearing starts to wain
And feel free to read letters to me
As my eye sight does the same

Listen in as I moan and groan
When weak in the knees I bend and buckle
Come with me on the day they put me away
As I become increasingly befuddled

Sit with me here as into the distance I stare
Forgetting now who I am
I do so hope you enjoy the show
Of this "The Incredible Aging Man"
it ain't none of my business
but still breaks my heart
dropping my spare change
into your empty cup
no idea how
all this went down
it's none of my business
so i move along
as it sets me to wonder
how many of us
are one paycheck away
from our own paper cup
hoping above hope
that there is enough
change during the day
to at least buy some lunch
no it ain't none of my business
but still breaks my heart
dropping my spare change
into your empty cup
there is no need
to read this poem
it doesn't have
a lot going on

in no way does it
dive in deep
or keep you on
the edge of your seat

nor lends itself to
a sultry tune
where it speaks of
life's doom and gloom

this poem will not
start a blaze
with anything
it has to say

it's not here
to make you think
you'll forget it all
by the time you leave

this poem you really
need not read
because this poem
doesn't say anything
Let me breathe
    For a while
     The cloying air of depression will choke me
       All too soon

Let me see through eyes of youth
    For a while
      They will be jaded and blurred
         All too soon

Let me touch this fragile beauty
    For a while
        These hands will be shaking
           All too soon

Let me dream
    For a while
       I'll wake up to reality
         All too soon

Let me hold this day to my heart
    For a while
      Tomorrow will hurtle down
         All too soon

Let me be
    For a while
      I'll have to join the crowd
         All too soon

Let me live
    For a while
       This short life will be over
          All too soon

Let me fail
    Just this once
       I'll be fighting for success
          All too soon

Let me...
             For a while..
Let your words flow
Like a river full of dreams
Let those thoughts glow
As ethereal as the moonbeams

Let your heart love
Like the gentlest kiss
Let the emotions grow
To give the gift of the sweetest bliss

Let those soft lips curve
To form the brightest smile
See the world swerve
In a blast of colors for awhile

Set yourself free
Like the birds in the sky
Feel on your cheek the breeze
As heavenward you fly..
Things Within
(A poem on Depression)

Things within are hard to see
But we feel them deep inside
When others ask how we are
We smile and tell them lies

Things within our inner thoughts
That seem to never go away
Emotions that cannot be stopped
We hear them each and every day

Things within that no one knows
And we hope they never do
Many different parts of life
We hide from daily view

Things within we must let go
Like the demons from our past
We try to push them far away
And hope they don't come back

Things within they can be changed
If we share them with a few
Know many others have things within
It is not just only you

We all have things within


Carl Joseph Roberts
This poem written in response to the Dread Poet Roberts who is having a poetry contest to bring awareness to the issue of depression. Although the Dread Poet Roberts has my last name, He/She is no relation to me at all. The poem is meant to bring light to depression and how some feel it deep inside every day and must attempt to hide it. The every day struggle to overcome.  No matter what, never think you are alone.
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