"lethargies" poems
They come in their hundreds of thousands,
floating magic carpets over our seas,
drowning, crawling up cruel sands,
bringing raw life, fuelling unease.
Salt for our wounds.
Tonic for our lethargies,
exorcizing the liturgy of myths.
Earth's orary grinds on.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
In lethargies grip and restless mind,
I come again upon the day.
Where demons of my minds design,
find acres bare to frolic and to play.
An emptiness that invades my core,
until only black thought dwells in there.
Where tiredness is all I can feel,
and darkest depression is thoughts heir.
No calming thoughts to ease my mind,
and no safety can my lost soul yet feel.
The endless sensation of putrid stagnation,
no layers to other emotions have I left to peel.
Foreboding and deep weariness dark as shadow,
accompanies each thought and task within my day.
And though I seek escape by non-participation,
against thought there is no strategy I can play.
Turmoil to life's patterns of sleep and wakefulness,
where a soul and mind each attacks my own mortality.
Until left with just one clear and rational thought,
Of how simple and complete my final escape can be.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
I am so confused.
Confusion is a precarious state.
I feel so depressed
into the oblivion of a thousand lethargies I plummet.
I don’t know how to let it out
From sadness I cannot rest
so it rolls on for perpetuity.
It rolls on unexpressed
I could slice my flesh
Paint a beautiful artwork with red
but I’m so tired.
I could eat my feelings, then purge,
Until my stomach aches, hands shake
but I’ve already done that.
I could lash out in an epoch
of hidden rebellion
but I can’t escape my fortress of living hell.
There are no ways out
I don’t have the motivation to exist.
I don’t have the motivation to breathe
But I’m too tired to sleep
I’m too tired to die.
I am supressed
I am oppressed
I am depressed.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC