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Author Name: FreeFirestoneFeinberg 5 Comments
Date Added: February 26, 2012 12:02:57 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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No invitation need be sent to it:
Depression comes bursting into your house
Like a bomb. Suddenly you’re left without
Steps. You can’t arise. You can’t walk. Unfit
To face the void laid upon you, you sit
Beside the window reading — and you doubt
That any book will speak to you aloud —
And so come to you — not make you visit.
But never will it happen that you send
A card announcing the event of your
Abduction. And the sun will never know
That you live behind a worn-out curtain.
Nor will you ever think about the door
That even now will let your spirit go.

Author's Notes:

Seems to me there's a lot of depression going around; apparently it's infections...  okay my spirits are lightening even as I write.  The sun is out today.  This poem is about last week -- when I wasn't feeling too lovely.  Seems we poets...

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Comment By: FreeHenry M. on February 26, 2012 08:20:53 PM Report
How very true this is David, we have all been there because depression can creep in without notice!    Henry
Comment By: FreeAlistair Muir on February 26, 2012 01:49:26 PM Report
This is the quintessential description of half my waking life -- so brilliantly expressed with prose and metaphor -- sheer quality.


Comment By: PremiumHOPE on February 26, 2012 01:47:56 PM Report
My dear loving friend. It is my hand, heart and love that I extend.  There are days you when life seem dark and there's just nothing you can do.  As you spirits are plagued by pain and suffering know that I love you.  Please say to yourself this to shall pass, for sorrow is not meant to last.  It may seem like a never ending story but you spirits will soon soar lifting in glory.

David, I know I'm not always here and not always around, I am the worst kind of friend to have.  I long to get your emails reminding me of our friendship and my need for good friends and companionship.  It is true the sun is shining and it has warmed my heart this day as I hope it will for you



Comment By: PremiumShirls on February 26, 2012 01:41:10 PM Report

David, I know of this all to well. It speaks a 1000 words to me of my last couple of weeks. I am slowly creeping from behind my curtain. I am glad you are feeling better.



Comment By: FreePelagic Mind on February 26, 2012 01:14:14 PM Report

Like a dull thud, thud banging on the door where imprisoned the oppressive atmosphere keeps you pressed to your seat unable to move, unable to care. And hours tick by like seconds… it’s a good piece on a terrible malady


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