Dec 11, 2006 21:53
one word uttered
and I fall
the clouds come, rushing through the clear sky
bringing the storm of emotion
waves rush high and recede
the eb and flow of my psyche
at times I see it and prepare
bunker down in the cellar of my mind
holding tight to my thin bars of sanity
hoping not to be swept away
others i see nothing and the wave crests over me
drowning me in feeling
crushing with the weight of depression
attempts at poetry,
depression,
bad things,
stress,
long and winding road