Back To Black
They’re becoming the same -
Grief and I
Terribly immersed in each other
Terribly enraged
Like a black, fat, river hog
A scream that never stops
And I am useless and dull
Trembling
Seconds away,
From my coffin-like calm
While the day outside slides by
Life continues and I murmur
“I can assure you all I’m fine”
© Deborah Gordon 2009
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Women in Black. Nice write Deborah , very descriptive and concise. Welcome back .....
ron
"Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people." W.C. Fields
Thank You
Thank You, Ron
Really appreciate the feedback and welcome here :.)
Debs ~
loved this Debs
especially the end part lol great ending huggs from Willow
Thank You
Thanks very much wills,
Most appreciated!
Debs
xx
~Scareysquirel~
Welcome back Deb! This is a hit! It is creative and memorable. I like the ending.
Warm regards,
Kathy Paysen
Hey Kathy,
It's lovely to hear from you again!,
Thank you for your kind words freind.
Debs ~
Debs
I found this a sad write, like a depression creeping up to capture you. You know it's coming and people around you can see somethings not quite right, but you deny anythings wrong.
As normal, I've most likely read it all wrong and it's about something really happy!Lol.
Descriptive piece,
Dave
Spot On!
You've got this, exactly right Dave,
Spot on!
Depression is not always easy to admit too/understand,
Far easier to 'don your happy face' conceal it.
Thanks for the encouraging feedback freind.
Debs ~
Debs
Yeah, I think I know what you're getting at with this. Having to put on a strong face when you're hurting inside. Not an easy thing to do. As David said, a very descriptive write.
"Like a black, fat, river hog"
Definitely a proper metaphor for it. I do hope you're in a better place now.
Kind Thanks
Thanks as always Neo, for your words,
I'm far from these days of depression now, thank goodness!
and its easier to write about them as a result, and free up old ghosts.
Debs ~
Its good to see...
the reality at the tip of out fingers... it may be scary but in time we learn to accept.
moreover... so good to read you poems... again..
Hello Debs!
its claire reading again...
Claire,
It's so nice to hear from you again,
I believe that's true. We do learn to accept our losses, and become stronger people as a result.
Thanks for dropping by freind,
Debs ~