Sometimes, I make no sense….this is probably one of those times.
Sometimes I can’t see the good
Only the bad, in everything
There are voices calling my name
But all I hear is muted silence
I feel ignored in the choir of voices
Praise falls on a cold heart
A heart that beats slow and quiet
Enthusiasm for life stalled
I look desperately for reason
I remember words said
Words that meant the world to me
And then I see them said
To everyone else but me
And I cry thinking I believed them
And they were just words
Words on a page
A page erased, crumpled, burned
Friendships promised
They would never leave
They would take the good
They would endure the bad
But they walked away
Not a second glance my way
As I suspected all along
What I tried so hard to deny
Was that my bad, is too bad
My kind of bad is like an anchor
Pulling everyone down around me
To drown in a violent cold sea
It is so difficult when you get into that place. What you write in your poem I have felt. For some reason at the moment those whispers are letting me be free. I am just waiting. Denying people care feels so awful but sometimes inside yourself you believe that those whispers that haunt you are telling you the truth. Maybe at that moment it feels real but remember the moments when you believe the good words people have said to you. Trust those times. Depression is such a terrible place to be. You poem is so real and comes from deep inside of you. Just remember it is a state that your mind gets into and can be deceptive in what it tells you. Feel better and remember how you feel when you are not depressed. I know about how hard that is to see that truth. Your poem is beautiful even though painful. Keep writing what you feel no matter from where the words are coming. peace jk
Love and hugs Hasty <3
I can relate…
Reblogged this on The Reclining Gentleman and commented:
I’m sure you all know how much I love Hasty’s poetry. This piece today is moving and full of pain, but it’s such an eloquent and beautiful post I had to reblog to share with you all.
This makes perfect sense. And it sucks that it does.
Why thank you! Glad you connect with it. Miss Hasty & I have good chamistry when we write together.. like our writing Trysts were meant to be
~ J
I’m sure they were. Hasty is a fantastic writer.
**blush*** whispers in the dark
Lol. No need to blush. I’ve made no secret about how much I love your poetry.
Blushing anyway… Thanks for professing your love to the world
I love, love!
Lol
Sometimes, all we hear is the bad. Why is it that the bad always stands out more than the good? We remember a bad remark or hurtful words more often then the good ones? This, has always been so unexplainable to me… Don’t give depression any attention! You are kind. You are wise. You are beautiful. You are priceless to so many! Let your soul shine through today! It feels better than rain.. XoXo.. Love you ~ Jen