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Feb 2019
For 5 months I’ve clung to
The ragged edge
Of what once was the
Fabric of my life.

For 21 weeks I’ve pretended
That everything is fine
And I can be successful
In this new endeavor.

For 150 days I’ve battled
The faceless gremlins
That haunt my every step
With neverending failure.

For 36 hundred hours I’ve
Made it be OK
To be without the back bone
Of my existance.

216 thousand minutes
Have brought me to this moment
When I finally say I’ve had enough
And turn out all the lights.
ljm

That’s a billion, 246 million seconds.
The depression seems to come and go with the weather.
The compulsion to count is one aspect of OCD.
Written by
Lori Jones McCaffery  F/Laughlin, Nevada
(F/Laughlin, Nevada)   
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