Always in a state of anxious anticipation while
Bewaring the beauty that is surrounding me.
Constantly feeling the butterflies of
Dread;
Everlasting fearful flutters that cause in me a
Forging of the blade that sears my heart and
Guts me, spilling out my entrails from within.
How my eternal state of sadness lies
In perpetuity like winters in the North—
Just as the anxious acid pit at my core—
Killing me in colorful autumnal shades of death.
Lost in the falling feeling of despair,
Morose meanderings through my macabre mind
Never cease to haunt my feeble existence.
Open to healing,
Peace fails to ever find its way through
Quick sand tunnels constantly collapsing in
Rushing revelations of destructive doom.
Short of ever severing the cord that ties me
To this tormenting chamber of trepidation—
Undermining my hope for health—
Vacuum-sealed, the season sucks out the air,
Which suffocates me with wasteful abandon.
Xiphoid Xysters scrape away at my skeletal soul.
Yesterday, progressing in all of its shades of gray,
Zombifies me in a tomb of imminent ice.
© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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This sounds like a bad day. Graphic images of depression fill this piece and give it a darkness like midnight.
Indeed, it is addressing the looming effects of Seasonal Affective Disorder, which sadly turns into an entire season of bad days. Thank you so much for reading and engaging, as always, my friend. Very much appreciated! 🙏🖤❤️🖤
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Wow what a captivating,
poignant 😢 and dark
alphabet poem indeed!! ⭐⭐⭐
Brilliantly composed and
a real delight to read!!
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
Thank you so much! I am glad it resonated! Your read and your feedback are bot much appreciated!
it wasn't until X when I realized what you were doing! very clever! I specifically appreciate that you didn't use the letter once, but sometimes twice as well for alliteration's sake. butterflies of dread and fearful flutters certainly sound relatable, though in this season i'd say sickly spiders, I think it feels as though spiders are in my own body--crawling everywhere. a bit less gentle than butterflies 🙂
Haha! Yeah touché. 😂 Sickly spiders🕷️definitely works both in alliteration and feeling! Thank you so much for the deep reading, analysis, and your feedback! Always appreciated! I am thrilled the poem delivered and that you caught what I was doing! Again, I really appreciate the deep read! 🖤❤️🖤🙏
hopefully better days will follow - the circle is still not complete
good write, even if so sombre
If it wasn't so serious and real, I would say - ahh, a bad hair day then?! lol (oops).
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