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have you ever grappled with despair
not in imagery, symbolism or portrayal.

I mean, have you ever felt the elevator drop
the watery weakness that extenuates breath
a depth of fatigue that makes lying on the floor a burden
an aching pounding in your chest,
the broken-glass dryness in your throat
the gritty ache in your eyes
that makes you want to close them forever?

Struggle no more, leaden limbs,
free the weary weight.
Eyes that struggle, release the light.
The body begs to no more fight.
In a blur of sluggish thought,
I whisper sleep's sweet name.
The will has dropped.
The yearning stopped.
I’ll rest on that distant shore.
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Songs for this:
Nessun Dorma by Sarah Brightman
Caruso (Live at "Pavarotti International" Charity Gala Concert, Modena 1992) by Luciano Pavarotti, Aldo Sisilli
Pie Jesu by Andrew Lloyd Webber, Sarah Brightman & Paul Miles-Kingston
0730.0722
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge: Extenuate: lessen the strength of something
Zywa Jul 11
My feelings, I write

poems about them, although --


that does not help me.
Diary (2005, Frida Vogels) - December 9th, 1956

Collection "Trench Walking"
neth jones Jun 24
my soughing mind                                                        
turn­s life toilsome
summer's charms                become an endurance
anti haiku
I want to say I'm holding you up
Feeling deep a blue kind of mood
Hoping you rest in all our love
Keep holding us, holding us up...

So tell me what actually happened today
Who said what in a hurtful way
(You know)Upset you, hit our World hard
Can we let it go - hang on to our love...

I want to say I'm holding you up
Feeling deep a blue kind of mood
Hoping you rest in all our love
Keep holding us, holding us up...

Don't you think enough is enough
Wake up and only feel our love
Let loose that silent scream
Come closer to us let it be

I want to say I'm holding you up
Feeling deep a blue kind of mood
Hoping you rest in all our love
Keep holding us, holding us up.

(c) Debra Lea Ryan
15/04/2010
Written long ago probably after Dream State and I'd say a Muse or someone I had a Crush on at the time. I wish I can remember who!
I am tired of the tiredness itself
which is even to tired to consume me,
so that I could go through the digestive system of tiredness
and come out again,
at least those parts of me,
that the bowels of tiredness can't digest.
neth jones Mar 3
weather breaks the clouds            
    a day of mouths  eating mouths
cold churning nature      
lording weight over my mood ;    
the role of a child   subdued
tanka style
neth jones Mar 14
I feel so much              it’s just like good movies
hard hurt  romance and rescue               
         rage  and ostracization
it's them  it is witty they     the horn spittled gitty devils!           
they've pitted faults in my structure
                                                        to feel through
my dermis            tup-tapped and stabbed at                
    quaking ***** little jokes   at my impractical existence
i am made spongiform                     vulnerable pupation    
frogspawn                                    
      mangy food at mercy  ...

...and my pratty employment...

...but it's okay now
enamel              
i'm desensitized to it all                
         distant to the proceedings
the quirky murky readings
                   then again   sudden barks get through
jarring feedings                        
            and i am rushed with expense ...
... for a while

mused chemistry
my worth feels    peopled and oxygenated
my work cradles balanced appeal                  
creation is warm          with budgings of whim
simple commerce   with the ghosts of physical laws
                                     and a birling alchemy
David Cunha Feb 2
**** this aching train
Life's been better than lately
Could have been worse, though
- David Cunha
february 2, 2024
4:03 a.m.
Níla Jan 4
Slightly intoxicated
This drive back home could be a chance to confess
It's really not that complicated
To acknowledge the mess going through my head
My mom in the driver's seat
I did this once before
'Mom I cannot feel, I cannot not sleep anymore'
And maybe that's the problem
The reason I'll just stay put for now
Cause her reaction to my confession is one I could forever have lived without
Pagan Paul Nov 2023
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Feeling low is not all wrong.
Feeling down is absolutely fine.
Crying out pain is OK friend
and being sad is not a crime.
Just a piece of advice for anyone with low mood.
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